End Me, Mend Me
Now, emboldened by alcohol, he found the courage.
"Such a beauty," he slurred. "I wonder if I might have the honor…"
His hand reached out to grasp my waist.
I froze and instinctively stepped back. I looked at Damien, who was standing not far away. He was looking right at me, and I could feel the murderous intent rolling off him in waves.
Chloe, standing beside him, feigned concern.
"Damien, your sweetheart is being harassed," she said.
After a quick look at Corleone, he turned around and smiled faintly.