Damien
"Do you still...still love me even a tiny bit?"
"Yes,"
Damien glanced at the sleeping form beside him, her head resting on his shoulder, hand wrapped around him and smiled. She was indeed the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, with or without the makeup. He pressed his lips to her temple while his thumb involuntarily stroked her wrist and sighed. She smelt intoxicating too. The relief that flooded through him at that one small word that left her mouth was inexplicable. She still loved him, by her own confession. Which meant...there was still hope. And she was jealous of Lisa. It was written all over her face. She was much easier to read than she think she was. And which again meant that she still hav
