We stared at each other. My tears are still falling but I have seemed to calm my heart down. Damien brushed his thumb on my cheek.
“Let’s go home…” he said silently.
His hand travelled to my hand and intertwined our fingers as he led me to the passenger side of his truck. He opened the door and assisted me to climb in. When I was already seated, he leaned towards me and my eyes immediately widened when I saw his face so close to mine.
He’s staring at me intently making my mind lose its sanity. I still can’t get over the fact that he kissed me. After months of crying foul over his act of not being intimate with me, he finally kissed me. And f**k, I should feel bad that he did that when I can’t remember anything but why am I feeling the opposite?
“What—”
I heard the clicking of the seat
