Katherine's arms were draped on Damien's neck as she hugged him back. Her fingers stroking and threading his hair in a very soothing manner. She wouldn't know how it must feel like for him being in this mess and learning about everything in one night, not to mention learning about his mother after three decades. He must be having a really hard time.
He buried his face on her shoulder, she was no longer feverish but she felt warm and comfortable to touch. Her natural scent was everything he could have asked for and it soothed him. This woman was beautiful… yet she was flawed. Despite that fact, he still saw her as the most beautiful woman.
"Do you hate me?" she wondered, her voice was soft and sad. She was still uncertain about the two of them but she just couldn't help herself and know what he thought of her.
Without lifting his head, he spoke against her shoulder, "How could I?"
"I did many terrible things…"
