Damian and I were lounging on our bed as per usual before we went to sleep. He was reading on his tablet while I was browsing through the internet.
I heard his heavy sigh, saw him put his tablet on the bedside table, and he suddenly pulled me toward him abruptly, holding me tight in his arms.
“What happened?” I asked him. It felt like he was afraid of losing me, that I would leave him.
“I just finished reading your journal,” he mumbled against the top of my head.
Ohhh.. That’s why.
I pulled back from his tight embrace so I could see his expression.
“Why are you sad?” I asked him.
“I was such a dick to you, wasn't I?” he asked with a self-deprecating smile on his face.
“You were.” I nodded and pretended to agree with him. “And still are sometimes.” I laughed.
“But you are my dick,” I added with a teasing smile.
I saw his self-deprecating smile turn into a smile of amusement.
