Damian had already taken the menu, "Tell me what you'd like to eat, I'll order it."
He flipped through the menu, his gaze occasionally drifting towards Emma, "What would you like?"
"Whatever you choose."
"Whatever I choose?" A flicker passed through Damian's eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering against his deep irises, sparkling like obsidian.
Every girl who met his gaze felt their heart skip a beat, including Emma in that moment.
Emma diverted her gaze, determined not to show any more vulnerability, especially after what they had just been through.
She was torn between admiring the man for not holding grudges and condemning him for his shamelessness.
Meanwhile, Damian seemed utterly indifferent to Emma's turmoil, leaning closer to her slightly flushed cheek, "If it's up to me, I'd choose you."
