There was too much of a crowd to grab a table, so they stood close together as the throng jostled around them. "She was wonderful, of course," Chastity added, trying not to stare too much at Damien's handsome face. She had very nearly melted when he caressed her leg during the last act, never enough to be obvious, but his touch had already become electric to her. Chastity had been ready to repeat the afternoon's performance right there in the theatre, but she held back. No need to get arrested in the West End and embarrass Monitor, although the thought made her smile. "Oh, of course she was," Damien agreed. "But I guess I really hadn't expected all that much from him and yet—there was that moment in the bedroom scene where I was completely riveted." "Yes," Chastity agreed. "People can surprise you." She smiled up at Damien who returned her gaze with a matching smile. A strange prickle rose up her spine. What was this feeling? She didn't want to think silly notions were filling her head, but it was almost as if she could hear bells.
