I woke up late. I didn’t sleep last night because of what happened between Damon and me. Nothing more happens, but the fact that his words still linger on me like a deep wound was making me anxious. These feelings were not helping me move on. If he always tugged the string inside my heart, I can’t promise to myself that I won’t give in.
I turned to the door when I heard a faint knock and a soft call. When I opened the door, Damon's smiling face greeted me.
"Why?" I frowned when I saw him.
"Early in the morning but your peevish already," I stared at him. "I prepared breakfast. When you're ready, go down, " he said, but before leaving, he kissed me on the lips.
I was no longer able to protest about what he did because he was already descending. I want to be angry with him over and ove
