Flare
Damian is right about one thing. I have a choice. I didn’t have to resign from my job. I didn’t have to leave my apartment. I could have told him no and just stood by my choice. He would have kept coming back, but I had a choice. I have a choice.
“Because I want you, Flare!” He closes the gap between us in an instant, pulling me into his arms. I breathe in his scent and when his lips touch mine it is as if I lose all control. My arms circle around his neck and my fingers curl up in his thick hair.
He softly nips my bottom lip and I give him access to my mouth while I explore his. He tastes of coffee and I feel myself getting lost the same way I did with Simon. The moment Simon comes to mind, I push out of Damian’s arms.
His eyes fill with pain before the glass table beside us sha
