He smirks at me and this time he grabs me by the back of my head and nips at my nose. “That I did.”
After cleaning up, getting dressed, and letting Damian come back to reality a little bit more, I sit in bed beside him.
“Don’t you need to be keeping up appearances?” I ask him. I look down at my hand, seeing the wedding band there, and my heart sinks into my stomach. I’d nearly forgotten about it for a few minutes at least.
“They won’t be expecting me back for a couple more hours,” Damian insists. “Besides. I need to find a new shirt before I go back.” He chuckles.
I roll my eyes. “That was your decision.”
“I don’t regret it,” he replies. I look into his eyes and I know that he doesn’t just mean ripping his shirt off.
I quickly change the subject. “So. Tell me more about you.”
He raises his brow. “Like what exactly?”
I purse my lips for a second. “Where you’re from. Your…favorite dessert, just anything, really,” I suggest.
Damian’s smile grows. “You’re really asking me to tell you my favorite color and shit after what we just did?” he asks me.
I frown at him. “Wipe that fucking smile off your face. You know what, nevermind… Don’t tell me.” I fold my arms and look toward the curtained window on the left.
I’m not sure why I want to know. Why I care. Usually I’d be trying to get away from a hookup as quickly as possible, but that’s not what this is, is it?
There’s something more here with Damian. There shouldn’t be. There can’t be; but there is.
I remain quiet as I think about this. My brow is furrowed and I’m chewing at the inside of my cheek.
How could anything more really happen? I’m married to Rosalie. It’s just how it is. If anyone finds out about this it could fuck the whole plan up.
Then again, what plan?
Eivor is apparently secretly spying on me and my family and trying to discover some huge secret about me to use against us. Ifit weren’t for Damian…caring about me, he might actually have what he needs.
“My favorite color is blue,” Damian says.
I look up at him and come out of my thoughts.
“What?” I ask.
He shrugs. “My favorite color is blue,” he repeats himself. “My favorite dessert is tiramisu. I was born in Sicily, but I’ve been just about everywhere else for most of my life.”
I tilt my head to the side. “Okay,” I say slowly. “Why did you choose this job?”
He exhales with a vibration of his lips. “That’s a loaded question.”
“Our lives our loaded,” I remind him.
Damian laughs and shakes his head. “It’s…complicated. The closest thing to an answer I have is… it’s all I’m good for.”
I eye him slowly. “So, you don’t think you’d be able to do anything else?”
“I’m not sure how. Protecting people is what I’ve been doing my entire life, just about. I’m not part of a big crime family. I work alone. I take on contracts. Whoever needs me, gets me…if they can pay enough. I’m never in one place for very long. Once the job is done, they’re done with me.” Damian looks away from me and toward the doorway.
I stare at the side of his face. Words that I want to say just won’t come out. It’s not time for them to.
“Looks like you’ll be here a while,” I remind him.
He nods slowly. “Yeah.”
