17 - Because I Can
Damon
Walking with her lithe body pressed against my side was definitely strange. And somehow comforting at the same time. I looked at her, her soft curls framing her sharp face, and noted the splatter of freckles on her nose and cheeks.
She was pretty. Very pretty. Like the girl next door who always had a smile on her face.
“Do I have something on my face?” she asked, frowning at me.
I was glad she wasn’t questioning why I hadn’t moved my arm from her waist.
“Yes,” I lied and stopped her. People walked past us without a care in the world. The smell of crispy fries and salty breeze hung in the air. I touched her cheek, staring at her brown eyes that were glowing with golden hues in the setting sun and—f**k, why did she have to be so f*****g beautiful? “Better,” I
