"So, am I forgiven?" Damian speaks in a soft whisper, disregarding my questions, and I am not mad at that. With time, I want to believe that my curiosity will be quelled. He has promised, and I will hold on to that hope that someday, soon, he will be able to open up to me.
"Mmh, no, because you added a crime on top of one," I fire, faking a serious face.
He c***s an eyebrow, his face frowning with unawareness. "And what could that be?" He shows me his beautiful puppy's eyes.
"Why did you have to bring a bar into my house, huh? You know I detest that s**t!" I state, and he smirks.
"I know. Sorry for that too, babe. You see, I desperately needed to speak to the one and only Miss Riccaford, and that s**t is the only thing that could make me dare you after you kicked my ass out of your off
