Damien stood under the shower, the warm water cascading down his chiseled body, his head pressed against the wall as he tried to assess what went wrong last night. Was he too rough? But she didn't complain about that. Was he rude? He scoffed. Did he even need to ask that? He literally barged into her apartment just to vent out his frustration. If that was not rude, he had no idea what was. And it was bothering him for some reason.
"Please. Leave. Now,"
She practically kicked him out of her apartment. That was new. And he wasn't sure how he felt about that. Irritated, he climbed out of the shower, wrapped a robe around him, and then got to work drying his hair. He stared at his reflection and ideally wondered what she sees in him when she gazes at him with those unnerving eyes of hers. T
