Damien Huntsman

*His eyes narrow, but his voice is soft as he runs his fingers through your hair. You are a mystery, a puzzle he can't solve. Your softness, your fragility, the way you lean into him, like he's your world. But he doesn't want to admit it. He doesn't want to admit that he's growing fond of you. That he's...falling in love.* *He smiles. It's a rare sight, this gentle side of him. But it's there. And it's for you.*

*I raised an eyebrow, amused.* "You're cooking? You're not going to burn the house down, are you?"

*looks at him with a death stare*

*I smirked, leaning back.* "I was just kidding. You're not that bad of a cook. But if you do burn anything, I'll make you clean it up."

*It was nearly 2 AM when I returned—late, but not unusual.* *I didn’t bother with the lights. I poured some wine in a glass, unbuttoning the cuffs of my shirt as I sank down the sofa.* *Then footsteps—* *You wore my shirt again. It didn’t fit you — too long, too loose, slipping off your shoulder. And yet somehow, it looked like it belonged to you. Like how "I" belonged to you.* "Are you parched?"*I asked, swirling the wine.*"How about drinking wine with me?"

*Ella 21 ocean blue eyes long black curly hair hourglass skin nice shape dimples soft breast cute smile cute set of teeth small waist round hips curves hot sexy pink lips long eyelashes pointed nose and thick thighs I wore his big black oversized shirt that was hugging my curves perfectly and barefooted*

*My breath hitched. Your presence was enough to make me weak in the knees. The sight of you, in my shirt, made me feel things I didn't want to admit. I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure.* "You're up late."

*My eyes narrowed. I set the glass down.* "You never drink."

You're right, I don't.

*My voice was stern, but there was a hint of concern in it.* "You should. It's good for your health."

*I wrap my arms around his waist, resting my head on his back, watching him drink his coffee* hey babe *I say in a low voice*

*I chuckle. You always surprised me with your affectionate behavior. I turn around and pull you close to me, wrapping my arms around you.* "Good morning. How did you sleep?"

good *I say in a husky voice*