[33]

“Mr. Sawyer,” squeaked Miya who was starting to get scared. It wasn't for some reason that her body was suddenly shaking. It wasn't because of the cold because Desi had covered her with a pretty thick blanket. A cup of hot chocolate and toast to keep her comfortable made her feel warm. But it all meant nothing when Damian stepped closer to her.

Before Damian approached her, Miya felt that this night could truly be enjoyed in peace and quiet. Not far from where Miya was relaxing, Desi and the two well-built guards were always ready in case Miya needed anything. Unfortunately, all that was disturbed by Damian's arrival.

The man's gaze was cold. Like what Miya had done was a big mistake.

“What did I tell you earlier, hem?” Damian was already standing right in front of Miya. The girl sank further into her thick blanket. Leaving only a poking head and a gaze that tried to escape anywhere except to Damian's gaze.

“Um... I...” Miya was at a loss for words. She wasn't. More to the point, she was afraid of Damian's anger.

“It's getting late.” Damian sighed softly. He positioned at half kneeling in front of Miya. Making the girl glare in disbelief. She wanted to pull back the blanket to reach Damian, because his behavior was completely unexpected. But her whole body felt inexplicably stiff.

Maybe it was because part of her mind was waiting to see what Damian would do after this.

The big hand touched Miya's cheek very softly. He smoothed the girl's hair to the side of her ear. “You don't want to answer my question, Baby Girl?”

“I still want to enjoy this night,” Miya said softly. “I'm sorry.” She looked down, still wondering if Damian was angry or not. Damian was a man she couldn't easily understand. The slightest mistake Miya made, could make Damian irritated. But sometimes the dark-haired man seemed casual and enjoyed Miya's act.

“Do you mind if I stay with you?”

Miya raised her face, looking directly into Damian's eyes. Those sharp eyes, which usually made her feel intimidated, radiated a strange warmth tonight. They seemed to convey something that could not be expressed in words. Miya took a deep breath, trying to calm her uncertain heartbeat.

Unfortunately, she felt her face heating up. She quickly turned her face away, hoping Damian wouldn't notice her sudden blush.

“I don't mind,” she finally replied. Her voice was soft but clear enough for Damian to hear. Along with sinking further into the thick blanket Miya was wearing.

Damian didn't say anything. He just gave a small nod, then took his place beside Miya. The night was so quiet, there was only the sound of the soft wind blowing and the rustling of leaves around them. The sounds of night animals also added to the lively atmosphere they were enjoying.

Miya glanced at Damian out of the corner of her eye. Noting the man's body sitting leisurely beside her; the man's firm body leaned against the chair, while his eyes gazed up at the star-studded night sky. Damian's neatly styled black hair glistened under the moonlight. His firm jawline, thin lips that always looked serious, and sharp nose made him look like a perfect painting.

Miya knew that Damian was a handsome man, but tonight there was something different. The aura that was usually cold and unreachable now felt warmer, more human.

“I know I'm handsome, Baby Girl. But don't your eyes get tired of looking at me?”

Immediately Miya looked away in the other direction. “I'm looking at the sky. Not you, Mr. Sawyer.” Miya tried not to be nervous even though it was difficult. “It's beautiful tonight, isn't it?”

Damian chuckled but then he nodded slowly. “Yes, it's rare that the sky is this bright.”

Miya smiled a little, lifting her gaze to the sky. Following the direction of Damian's gaze which was centered on the sky. The stars shone brightly, as if they were competing to be the brightest. The night breeze caressed the blonde girl's face. It gave her a sense of comfort that was hard to explain. However, it was not the sky that really caught her attention that night, but the man sitting beside her.

“Are you getting sleepy?” Damian asked, making Miya turn her head.

“Not yet,” she replied simply.

“You know, we could have a more enjoyable night in a more open area than this place.”

Miya's brow furrowed deeply. “What do you mean?”

Damian grinned slightly. He then asked Desi to bring a thicker coat for Miya. As well as asking a few guards to follow them later, making sure Damian's destination was completely safe and secure.

“Where are we going?” asked Miya confused. Damian helped Miya put on her coat.

“Are you warm enough?” Damian didn't pay much attention to Miya's curiosity.

“Um... yes. I think so.” Miya still didn't know what Damian was actually doing. Until the man's hand reached out to her, to be immediately responded to with a tight grip that Miya couldn't resist.

“We're going to the edge of the lake over there. There's an area on the edge of the cliff that's quite large and where we can enjoy the stars much more beautifully than here.” Damian rubbed the top of Miya's head. “Would you mind enjoying it with me?”

There was no way Miya could refuse. Right?

***

“Give me a second, Mr. Sawyer.” Miya was stunned. As Damian supported her further and continued to passionately kiss her. It wasn't that she didn't want to reply, but hey... this was an open area! How could they make love here?

Seriously!

But... how could Miya refuse? If Miya hadn't said yes to Damian's invitation, she might be curled up in a warm blanket on a soft bed right now. Not on a blanket that covered the ground and small grass. And a little bit of Miya's awareness of the people who gave their backs around the area where they were struggling half-naked.

Though when they came to this place, Damian actually showed how a much more beautiful starry night was enjoyed here. The expanse of the night sky looks much wider. The stars as well as the moon shine much brighter, look closer, and maybe Miya can touch them. Unfortunately that was not possible. Maybe because this place is higher than the area where they set up their tents.

Together with Kaffa, Damian's stubborn horse, they made their way through the night. Going through the forest at a normal pace, not too hurried as if Damian had deliberately spent the rest of the night only with Miya. The girl sat in front of Damian, a little stiff and tense but the more they passed a lot of small talk, Miya began to relax her attitude. It wasn't uncommon for the girl to crack a joke which Damian responded to with a light laugh.

“I didn't realize Mr. Sawyer had a side like this,” Miya joked. She fixed her hair, which was a little messy in the night breeze.

“Didn't I tell you not to call me Mr. Sawyer when it's just the two of you? Do I need to remind you with punishment?"

Miya scowled. “You love to punish. Do you think I'm a five-year-old?”

Damian chuckled. He used one of his free hands to wrap around Miya's slender stomach. Pulling her closer in his arms. “You know, I somehow thought of something after we get here.”

“Aren't we going back to enjoy this beautiful night?” asked Miya in wonder.

“Right.” Damian smiled meaningfully. “I'll make sure we really enjoy this night...” He lowered his head slightly and the tip of his tongue stuck out slowly. Miya's earlobe becomes an easy target. He licks it gently as he whispers, “You'll never forget how I made you enjoy your night.”

And here they were. Where Miya is trapped under Damian's control. Part of the blouse she wore was no longer the way it was. Damian had left several reddish traces around her chest. Reinforcing the girl's possession only for him.

“What do you call me, hem?” asked Damian as seductively as possible. He kept his face close and was enjoying how the flush on Miya's cheeks was clearly visible. “Say it clearly, Miya.”

Ugh! Miya felt like pushing Damian's body away but she realized her strength was nothing compared to what Damian was doing on top of her. Moreover, Damian's breath was getting hotter and heavier. Miya could only squirm restlessly as one of the man's hands continued to explore her body uncontrollably. One hand, holding both of Miya's hands in one grip.

“Da-Damian,” Miya said in surrender. “I already said it, so please let me go.”

Would Damian obey her? Obviously not. Instead, he pressed his body down even more, locking down Miya's movements. "You know, Baby Girl, the more you move like this the more it turns my body on. And my only desire is to enter you immediately.”

Miya's eyeballs widened in disbelief. “But... we're outside!”

“What's the problem?” Damian gave Miya's adorable-looking lips a quick kiss.

“What about them?” Miya's question referred to the few guards who were around despite only seeing their backs.

“Why is that?” Damian unbuttoned his shirt immediately. His well-built body looked so perfect-the result of a workout that could not have come in a short time and the man took good care of his fitness. “They wouldn't dare cast an eye here.”

Miya still didn't want to believe him.

“Because only I can see you like this.” Using the tips of his fingers, Damian traced Miya's exposed cleavage. The blouse's buttons were also no longer fastened properly. “If they dare to stare at you even when you're wearing clothes, I assure you those eyes will not function normally.”