Damon’s pov
“I can’t believe the oven blew up.” I exclaimed while Zara giggled, her face glowing beautifully. We’ve spent almost forty minutes in this kitchen together and so far, I’ve arrived at one conclusion.
I wanted her.
How can I not?
She was smart, lively, fun and even observant.
“Are you and kael really friends?” She asked after wiping her hands. The food was gonna be ready in five minutes.
“Why do you ask? You suspect we’re lying?” I asked, grinning lazily and she chuckled while shaking her head.
“It’s not that. It’s just… do normal people punch each other as greetings? I’ve been thinking about that.” She pointed out.
See? She was smart.
“Kael and I… our friendship is a really unique one.” I ended up saying and she hummed, nodding.
We lunched into another topic and as I
