Olivia’s POV
Damien looked so deeply into my eyes that I swore he could see all the way down to my soul. I shuddered at the feeling of being seen, of being known, at being unable to hide myself the way that I wanted.
Could he read my thoughts? Did he know that I had been thinking of him, caught up in his handsome face?
If he could, he didn’t saw. Instead, after a moment, the amusement entirely vanished from his face and he seemed somewhat bored.
Removing his hand from my waist, he stood up.
“Do as you will,” he said blandly, then left.
I pushed myself up onto my elbows, watching as he disappeared through the foliage, back into the garden.
Had what he seen inside of me bored him? The thought made me feel somewhat… upset. Which then immediately annoyed me to no end.
What did I car
