Damiano David Age Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, the person sitting across from me was Damiano, and Damiano had the attention span of a goldfish whenever he wasn't talking about himself. "So," I said, leaning forward slightly while watching him play with the straw in his drink, "do you remember anything from when we were teenagers?" Damiano frowned dramatically and rested his chin on his hand as though I had just asked him to solve world hunger. "Of course I do," he said confidently. "Really?" I asked, feeling a little hopeful. "Absolutely." "Then tell me." He sat up straighter, looking unusually serious. "You wore braces." "I never wore braces."

I looked around the room with my most innocent smile, some people could be touchy about their age and I didn’t want to offend. “I’ll have you know I’m thirty years young, guys am I right?” Damien waves the hand holding his drink. “A stud through and through, old enough to get the job done and young enough to know what’s up” “Don’t ever say that again, you sound fucking ridiculous man” Rollings warned, disappointment painted heavily on his pretty boy features and I swallowed back a knot of laughter in my throat. A frown appeared between Damien's brows, making him look young as he scratched a hand over his scruff “That made sense”