Intoxicated Love
Damion glared at the man, soaked in blood and damaged face, before he completely let go of his collar, coming back to drag me out of that place again.
God damn it. My chest is about to come out. I can even feel my hot cheeks, probably is burning red right now. When he holds my hand, there was heat and spark that traveled through it, going to the passage of my veins, passing through my heart, and leading to my brain. Unconsciously, I stopped even when we were not so far from the bar. I stopped, so he did too. But Damion wasn't looking at me. His eyes were away from mine. Do I have to give him my blessing to look at me without feeling guilty? I wanted to see those beautiful eyes of him stuck i