Acacia Mcknight
"Tristan, Tristan Maxwell"
Damien and the man, Tristan, were having a hard-on staring contest. Damien's hold on me is so tight I think I might pass out.
Stop exaggerating, you like it.
I looked around, Christie and Liam's jaw was hanging low near the floor. Mom and Dad were expressionless and mama, Papa were like me, clueless.
Damien is taller than me obviously, so when I looked up at him, I could see his jaw tightly clenched and if I lowered my gaze, it met with his fisted up almost white knuckles.
His green eyes held nothing but fury and a little wonderment.
However, the man in front of us both was the polar opposite of my dear husband. He was moderately amused and shockingly pleased and his features were much relaxed.
Tristan shoves his hands in his pockets. No rings either, must be single.
Could be dating?
What are you thinking? Leaving hottie and going for cutie, no never mind, he's hot too. Hottie 2.0.
"Ah. Uhm" Noone even heard me and Damien just pulled me away from Tristan.
"What are you doing here, Tristan?" Damien asked, voice low and calm, the opposite of his gestures.
Tristan let out a laugh, extending his hand out to me for a handshake.
"It's my best friend's birthday and I wouldn't come over? What kind of friend would that make me?" He said cockily as I looked at Damien to confirm if I should shake his hand or not.
Damien didn't say anything so I shook it and the moment I tried to pull away, Tristan kissed my hand and Damien tightened his hold on me, again.
"You aren't my best friend, Tristan" Damien rasped
"Are you still mad at me? I'm not a professional priest, come on"
My eyebrows furrowed heavily and then it hit me.
"You! That foolish priest!" I accidentally spit out making all the heads turn to me. Including Tristan and Damien.
Oh lord. You dumbo.
It's a habit, I can't help but voice out my thoughts. My tongue is this dangerous thing and trust me, I tried my best to get rid of it but I failed. Miserably.
Outrageous luck you possess, Casey.
Tristan laughed again, "Is that how my sister in law remembers me? You are one interesting woman."
Sister in law? And us? Hell to the freaking no.
"Tristan, son. Come on in" Mom quickly said and pulled Tristan inside as he playfully winked at me.
"Fucking asshole" Damien muttered under his breath before I clicked my tongue at him.
"Damien, he's your friend" I scolded, trying to move away but Damien back hugged me the moment I turned around.
I gasped instantly gripping his arm.
It was pretty red and irritated.
"D- Damien? Are you okay?" I breathed out, caressing his arm.
Mom and Christie wouldn't stop giggling like 13-year-olds seeing their crushes smile at them, no offence to 13-year-olds, I was one too.
Mama winked at me playfully raising her brows.
Why is everyone winking today?
"You are so pretty, Acacia." Damien breathed in my ear, dragging me towards the staircase, still holding me.
I could feel his chest against my back and goddamn he is hella muscular. His veiny hands grazed my hips as he began to walk on the stairs with me.
"Damien, what are you doing? There are people here!" I squealed lowly.
"Damien probably got hungry again!" Tristan yelled and my face turned red. Beetroot red.
Tristan is one dirty man.
Me likey, he be cute tho.
"Shut the fuck up" Damien growled but very lowly.
I thought it was meant for me so I tapped his hand and he whispered, "Not you, just keep walking"
His voice sounded so hoarse and rough. A very foreign feeling arose in my body. My chest felt fuzzy and my stomach did unnecessary and tickling summersaults.
Casey, I'm drowning. It's too intense. Can you ask him to stop rubbing his fingers?
Shush, it's nice.
Existential crisis alert.
"Acacia, don't stop breathing. Why are you so nervous?" Damien's lips grazed my ears and I finally sucked in a huge amount.
Why'd you stop breathing!? We almost died!
"We'll be back, give us a moment," Damien said looked at everyone whereas I just looked away. This is so embarrassing.
"Damien, I won't run away. You can leave me" I mumbled lowly but he just chuckled, walking to our room.
"I'd rather hold you" He whispered placing a kiss on my neck.
He's so romantic, ugh!
Sorry I'm an anti-romantic~
No lie, you're not. You're a hopeless romantic.
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Metanoia
Lãng mạn"Black looks good on you, Acacia" My breath hitched as I gradually turned around only to see Damien leaning against the door, smirking at my lingerie-clad figure. His hands tucked deep inside his pockets, his shirt slightly unbuttoned. His thumb pl...
