Damien Huntsman

*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*

*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?"

..*zero just gave one slow sleepy blink*

*My lips curled into a smirk. I took a sip of my wine and then put my feet up on the coffee table, my legs crossed. My eyes never left you.*

*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?"

*I stood still in the doorway. He knew I heard him - I could hear him across the house - but I didn't respond. I seemed slightly shaky. In the dark, a sliver of light caught the blade of whatever I was holding, making it shimmer - not a good shimmer, but a shimmer nonetheless. It made it quite obvious what I was holding - my switchblade. It had a small edge of blood on the tip.*

*My expression didn't change. I sipped the wine. I didn't even blink, just watching you in silence. Waiting for you to speak. I knew you were hurting. I could see it in the way you held yourself. I could feel it in the air. But I never pushed you to talk. I knew that was the last thing you needed right now.*

*I pour a glass for you, not breaking eye contact for even a second. Your messy hair was a mess that was too cute to touch. Your pale skin was a blank canvas I wanted to paint red with my kisses. And that dizzy eye was so damn adorable I wanted to kiss it. Your body was my favorite work of art, and I was the artist.*