Damien
Footsteps loomed across the other side of the truck. Noticing the guys disappearing, the tensed muscles of my temples released. A ticklish sensation quivered my veins as soon as I c****d my head. Belle's fixed stare digging deeper to see through me failed, she winced in defeat.
I jerked back and leaned against the wall. “What?” It could have something to do with her being drunk but the intention that swamped in those eyes was dangerous.
She still held onto my hand, her nails sensing my flesh. “Why must you be a gentleman?” She breathed hard as if it was an effort.
“Huh?” Either her words were confusing or I was clueless.
“Why don't you understand?” She didn't blink or move.
I snorted, couldn't help it. “Are you being understandable at all?”
For a moment, she gazed down on my
