Chapter 62

ALICE'S POV

“ What did I say about touching me? ” He asked, his voice void of any emotion.

I slipped my fingers unconsciously in his hair and started combing them smoothly. This felt strange. Oddly satisfying to say the least.

“ I don't have to listen to you anymore. ” I shot back, my fingers lost on their venture.

“ Plausible. ” He grumbled and sighed against my neck, letting me do as I pleased.

A grin made it's appearance on lips and I readily combed my fingers through his smooth hair.

Time skipped past us. The light of the television was the only light illuminating the living room in the darkness of the night.

My eyes were fixed at the ceiling while I was aware that Damien was not sleeping either. He was just resting like me. My fingers were still combing through his hair gently.

“ Gentle. ” He whispered all of a sudden,