My question was followed by a lengthy silence.
“Damian, do you love me?” I repeated my question, thinking that he didn’t hear it.
“Of course, I love you, Baby girl.” I could hear him reply this time as his lips landed at the top of my head.
“Hmm.. I love you too, Damian. Just as much as I love Rai.. maybe even more,” I said while closing my eyes.
His hand stopped stroking my hair.
“Kat, Baby girl. Do you know what you are saying? How drunk are you right now?” He asked me.
“A bit. But even if I am a lot drunk, my friends told me that people usually tell the truth when they are drunk. So yeah, I love you, Damian. I do.” I smiled slowly and rearranged myself, so I was straddling his lap, my body facing him.
I started to nibble his ears, his jaw, caressing every part of his body when he suddenly stopped me.
“Baby girl, you are drunk. You will regret this in the morning.” He grabbed my hands to stop me from touching him.
