“I don’t understand you,” I said, pulling back slightly from his embrace. “Are you mocking me by asking if I’m a virgin?”
Damien pulled away slowly, his eyes dimmed with something unreadable. “Emily… you’re still bringing up the past. I knew you as a virgin. So to me, you are still the same Emily — the same girl I met. The same girl I fell for. The same girl I wronged.”
He sighed deeply and then reached out, brushing his thumb against my cheek. “You’ll always be her… until we get married.”
“Married?” I blinked.
“Yes,” he said simply. “Or don’t you plan to marry me?”
My lips parted, but the words wouldn’t come. For so long, all I’d wanted was love. Then I got pain, betrayal, and manipulation in return. Now, Damien — of all people — was offering something real. Or was it just a new illu
