Damian’s POV
She was spread out next to me with her chin resting on my chest, looking directly at me as she studied my face. I could get lost in her beautiful eyes. I knew that she didn’t see them as an asset to her beauty but they fascinated me. I couldn’t decide which I liked more, the blue or the green. The gods must have felt the same, which was why they gifted her with both. They say your eyes are the windows to your soul; hers were bright, unique and alluring. They were soft and held vulnerability but yet held an untamable brightness that reflected her fiery spirit. She was a paradox, a direct contradiction to herself and the source of my obsession. I couldn’t get enough of her.
“What are you thinking?” I asked as I heard my voice come out in a croak. It was 3am and I hadn’t had
