My mind was jumbled up. What just happened? Why did Max kiss me?
I turned toward Damian and expected him to scowl at me because I didn’t push Max away, but he was smiling softly at me. I rolled my eyes. I really didn’t know how men think.
“Damian, your hand,” I said suddenly, realizing that he had injured his hand.
I led him to the dining room and tended to his wounds. I plucked each shard away, carefully, and gently from his palm, disinfect the wound, and applied some ointments before bandaging his hand.
“Damian, what were you guys talking about? Why were you angry toward each other?” I asked him.
“He loves you and wants to protect you,” he said with an irked tone.
I laughed softly. “Don’t Marco, Nick, and Jack feel the same way too?”
“He loves you more, Baby girl. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed it,” he pointed it out.
I frowned. No, I didn’t feel that Max loved me in that way. He was just like Damian five years ago, making sure that I was comfortable around him.
