Elena's eyes narrowed, frustration flashing across her face. She could sense the hesitation in Damien's touch, the reluctance that lingered beneath his dominant facade.
"Oh, you're so full of surprises," she spat out sarcastically, her voice dripping with disdain. "First you're all about "only mine" and possessiveness, then you act like you don't care about me."
Damien sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. He knew Elena was right—he had let his own fears cloud his reasoning but he wasn't ready to let go.
"It's not that I don't like you," he admitted reluctantly, meeting Elena's gaze with regret mirrored in his own eyes. "It's just." He trailed off before continuing, his voice barely audible.
"Forget about it go wash up," Damien finished quietly.
