18. Don’t wanna go back

Dahlia Carrington

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Damon and I were sitting at a round table, opposite each other, eating our dinner in silence. I’d eaten before meeting him but after being exhausted like that, I needed food again. I finally understood when people say sex burns calories. It was extremely exhausting. I was just tolerant of working out.

I had been ringing in his ear nonstop that I wanted to talk. Now that I was presented with the chance, a single word couldn’t escape my mouth. Aside from the fact that I was hesitant about having the conversation, Damon’s shirtless body was staring at me and his muscles contracted whenever he brought the spoon close to his mouth to eat.

It was highly distracting.

I was certain he caught me ogling him a few times but thankfully yet surprisingly, he didn’t mention it.

I bit down on my lip. Was it really a good idea to end things here? I’d gotten my fill of him and ending it like this made me feel like I used him; not just for his money but for his body too. How did t