DAMON.
I did not miss the look in her eyes when we settled down into the cushions. I could read uncertainty and disappointment? And maybe a hint of fear, too.
I knew she was afraid of me. There was nothing I could change about it.
I had spent most of the drive staring at her outfit and rehearsing the different ways in which I would kill anyone who stared at her from a thirty meter radius and gladly, the resort was empty when we came. Only with a few people walking around.
"What would you like to have? Juice, water, wine?" I asked as I leaned towards the basket, hand hanging in the air as I waited for her to tell me.
"Wine, preferably," She said as she leaned back against her seat. "Pinot noir?"
"I realized you really enjoyed it last night," I replied as I picked the bottle and grabb
