Damian
Yea, I wanted to try the things that make Poppy happy, but I also wasn’t going to let that waitress slide by with how she treated her. I planned it perfectly and then left that mess for her to clean up. Serves her right.
We exited the diner as Poppy’s mouth was open. I reached over, pushing her jaw closed as she stared at me.
“DAMIAN!” she gasped as I dragged her down the street.
“Don’t worry, I left a big tip.” I chuckled as she started to giggle behind me.
“So, at the party... I wasn’t a bad kisser?” She questioned as her voice dropped low. I halted in my step, causing her to run into my back. I turned, grabbing her chin.
“On the contrary, mic rosu... Your kisses...” I leaned in, hovering my lips over hers. “Are addictive.”
Her breath hitched in her throat as she lea
