My Guilty Pleasure

32. The Truth

-We have to go home, Damien. Soon it will be morning and someone could see us. - Damien just shrugged at it and put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. Something in my stomach turned at that and I finally fell silent. I'm sick of being the responsible one. This is a beautiful night and I just want to enjoy myself. We continued to walk through the city, mostly in silence or talking about some unimportant things. After dinner with his family, we both decided that we are not yet sleepy. So now we are walking on the streets of Miami. We aren't even alone. This part of town is always full so that even now, this early in the morning I see people hurrying somewhere, or drunken boys and girls...I shook my head and sighed, watching them.

-What is it kitty? Is something wrong? - Damien's question took me by surprise and I looked him straight in the eyes. Hm... I love those eyes... I smiled at him slightly and decided to explain myself.

-It's just so unfortunate to see them so young, and stupid. They think that it's so nice to drink and that they are popular that way. They don't realize how little it takes for something wrong to happen, or for someone to get hurt. I'm just sorry because they don't understand the consequences. - I said truly sad, and proceed to watch the drunken little group until I heard Damien laughing. Stunned, I looked at him. He returned my gaze, but just smiled and then kissed me on my head and I blushed because of this. I'm used to passion and desire between us, but he began to be quite gentle and kind to me.

-Only you can say something like that, you know? I am dying here to give you some good time, and I was hoping that you like my company and that I occupy your attention. And you're worried about the lives of some young fools. Ah, Desiree... You know what? I find it cute... That you worry about everyone. - Damien told me with a smile and he seemed intrigued at the end of his speech. Then he just stopped and grabbed both of my hands so that we are now facing each other.

-I'll take that as a compliment, Mr Moore. So thank you.- I said confidently and smiled at him, and he pulled me toward him and put one arm around my waist, and with the other, he gently stroked my cheek. I relaxed in his hands and just looked into his eyes. Unusual eyes indeed. From the time I met him, I could see everything in his eyes. And what I see now scares me a little... I see curiosity and I'm starting to wonder if he's right. Is he with me until he understands what is it that makes me different? When I stop being a mystery and something that intrigues him he will leave... I feel sad and I look down but Damien raised my head and gently kissed me on the lips. His lips are so soft and warm that I forgot all my previous thoughts. To my regret, it ended too quickly and Damien again found himself next to me and we continued walking. The only thing I like now is that somehow I can imagine that we are normal. His hand on my shoulders, we are kissing, holding hands... We seem like any couple in love. And it's been interesting to some extent. What is more interesting is that I saw Damien's amazing personality... It will be harder to get away from him. Again, I saddened and Damien noticed it this time.

-What is it? You are not quite like yourself after that dinner... Is there something that bothers you? You know you can tell me...- I've already said too much about myself...

-No Damien, it's nothing. I just can't shake the impression of your family, I'm constantly thinking about them. - I said the first thing that came to my mind in order to change the subject and felt Damien squeezing me harder next to him.

-Yeah... I knew I shouldn't have taken you there. I'm sorry... - I'm looking at him with guilt. Is it possible that I am so much of a bitch? He shared a part of his life with me, and now I made him think that he did something wrong.

-No, no. I didn't mean that. I just don't understand how can they be like that and I'm sorry for you, because of the way they are talking to you. - I continued to look at his face, but he is now staring at the floor.