Damion’s POV
I have been holding it in for too long. My feelings toward Mia have been like a rash that wouldn't go away no matter which ointments I applied.
I was not used to feeling this way about a woman. The only feelings my heart had known to process until this moment were lust. Love was not on the cards for me, especially toward the woman I hated the most in the world.
“What?” she asked, and I lifted my chin to look at her.
It was hard enough that I confessed. Had this change not shown up, I would have probably ended up bottling it in for the rest of my life. But her question had struck the well deep enough to bring forth a pool of my secrets.
“It's the only explanation for this unusual desire I have toward you. It's like I want you to be mine and mine only. I hate this
