I woke up the next day with my whole body feeling sore. I turned my head, and my eyes landed on a perfectly-structured handsome face of a man staring at me.
“Morning, Damian,” I snuggled closer to him.
“Morning, Baby girl.” His arms went around my body, enveloping me with his warmth.
We spent the next hour cuddling, enjoying the private moment we had. He kept my hand on his chest - in one way, it was to tell me what I did to him, but somehow I thought it was a way for him to let me know that he loved me.
“Damian, promise that you won’t avoid me anymore? I don’t want to have not to feel your touch. I want to feel your arms around me and to hear you call me ‘Baby girl’. Cause Damian, I lo..” Just as I was about to tell him that I loved him, Damian put his finger on my lips, preventing me from saying the words.
“Don't say it, Baby girl. If you say it, I will want you all to myself; I won’t even let Rai have you.” Pain flashed in his golden orbs.
