Damon pulled out a hand and rubbed it back and forth in my hair, and just as the words left my mouth, I felt Damon pull away from me.
I looked up at him, trying to see the emotion in his eyes, whether it was pure possessiveness, or whether there would be some other emotion.
Damon's hand, rubbing in my hair, moved from it to my face even as I raised my head.
His long, slender fingers stroked my cheek as if admiring a precious treasure.
"You're so beautiful, why do you have to hide your beauty."
Damon wrapped his large hand around half of my face, and all that came out of his pupils was love and pity.
"I don't want my identity to be discovered."
I lowered my eyes, not continuing to look at him, and my voice trailed off a bit.
Although Damon's series of actions and words were enough t
