The next morning, I woke up in Damian’s bed and my first thought was 'This is what I want, Damian beside me. Do I really love him?' Yes, there was not a doubt that my feeling for him was a romantic one. I loved him, and I couldn't deny it anymore. I gazed at him - his face was so perfect, his hair messy, yet he looked sexy. I brushed his hair back, and he woke up at my touch.
“Morning, Baby girl,” he said with a slow, sexy smile, pulling me closer to him, sighing in contentment.
We spent a few minutes just like that, in a world of our own, where nothing else mattered.
Out of a sudden, Damian sat up, nearly knocking me off the bed.
“Damian?” I asked him, confused at his sudden action.
“Kat, Baby girl, why didn’t you tell me about what happened with your ex-boyfriend and his friends?” He inquired.
“It happened a long time ago, and it’s not something I want everyone to know,” I said softly.
