DAMIAN'S POV
Convincing Tessa to do anything was always an uphill battle.
Our arguments had become a daily ritual. I hated it, yet strangely, I couldn’t imagine us without the constant fighting. Tessa had a way of making everything a challenge, of pulling words from me with her stubbornness. It frustrated me yet I craved it. In fact, I liked it even though I wouldn't admit it to myself. The banter, our clashes, the fights, the fact that she wouldn't just let me get away with anything. I wasn't used to a woman standing up to me. All my life, women went along with whatever I said, just to get in my good books. Tessa was different. A good kind of different.
The worst part? She was always in my thoughts. I couldn't get her out of my head and I had no idea why. I thought of her to the point
