Damien’s P.O.V “I love you, Day.” He sighed happily. “Huh?” I blurted stupidly. I lifted my head to stare at him incredulously only to find his eyes closed and his breathing leveled. He loves me? I continued to stare at his peaceful features as his chest moved up and down at a steady pace, his heart beating steadily in his chest and the rhythm flowing into my hand. My heart on the other hand sped up and fluttered at the prospect of him loving me. My cheeks flushed as I stared at him. But how? How can he love me already? Or is he just saying that because I just gave him a blow job? That must be it, right? No, no one can ever love me. I’m a sinner and love comes from God. How can I have love if God hates me? I can’t. Knightly must be confused. But somehow I don’t want him to be confused.