Hailey
I blinked at his question, utterly dumbfounded. "What?"
A smirk danced at the corners of his lips, a glint of mischief sparkling in his steely grey eyes as he inquired, "Why the shock, Bunny?" His fingers brushed a stray lock of my hair behind my ear, igniting a cascade of shivers down my spine, reigniting the familiar ache between my thighs he always left in his wake. "Did you perhaps expect a different request?"
Heavens above, spare me.
"No," I blurted out, my voice cracking slightly. "Why would I think that?" To evade his piercing gaze, I sidestepped him, heading straight for the coffee maker.
The quicker I finished this task, the sooner I could escape the kitchen and his presence, the intoxicating scent of his cologne, the captivating sight of his face, simply him. Damien w
