His to Love (His #3)

Chapter 11

On the drive home, I'm not focused on the road as I should be. I keep replaying what happened back in the restaurant. In the full restaurant.

Damien didn't let me pay. I was too much in shock to argue, anyway. He kept grinning and had this self-satisfying grin on his face like he just won a prize.

And now on our way home, I keep thinking that I let him do something I shouldn't have. How will this change our relationship? Will he expect me to give him more of myself?

I'm still not planning to sleep with him. I don't really know why. Maybe I'll wait and see how this will turn out for us first and then I might let us have a night together. Or nights.

If this tonight hasn't ruined everything.

"You're awfully quiet," Damien comments and I cast a look at him.

"I'm thinking," I reply.

"I know that. I also know what you're thinking about. And I'm doing the same, Brooke. So we can think about it together, out loud," I can hear that deep, dark undertone in his voice that makes me go places in my mind. To unbelievable places of pleasure.

Damien puts his hand on my knee and I immediately slap it away. "Keep your hands to yourself if you don't want me to crash," I mumble, gripping the steering wheel tighter, trying to gain back the control of this situation.

"I'm glad to hear that I make you lose your mind, too," Damien says. I feel him looking at me.

I purposely keep gazing forward, not turning my head to look at him. "You know that you just admitted I make you lose your head," I say with confidence.

Damien keeps saying things like this. It's hard to act nonchalant towards him. Especially with charming phrases he likes to use so much.

I swear I fear that he already made me fall in love with him. It has never happened to me this fast. It's true we spend a lot of time together, but I've known him for around three weeks now. Surely I can't already be in love with him? Can this happen so fast?

I want to believe it's love at the first sight. That I maybe love his looks. But I know it's way more than just that. It's just him whole. Him and his imperfections.

Only that his imperfections will definitely lead me to a heartbreak. I don't know how he is with other women, but I can understand so many different women walking in and out of his flat.

He has a gift to charm women and make them willing. I don't know how he makes them leave him, though. I'm sure he must have a hidden fanbase of all the women he slept with and all the women who want to sleep with him.

"I never denied my feelings for you, Brooke, agapi. That was you if I remember correctly," Damien explains.

I frown. "Which feelings for you exactly am I hiding?" I question. I'm already afraid of where this is heading, but I don't show it. He couldn't know. Did I give myself away with something?

No. I couldn't. I'm not even sure of my own feelings!

"The ones you showed to me in the restaurant when I had my hand deep in -" I blindly reach my hand out and place it over his whole face because I can't locate his mouth without looking.

Damien chuckles and playfully bites down on my pinky finger. I swiftly remove my hand. "Lust? I believe this is not an unfamiliar look for you to see on women."

"It is on you," Damien says back without even having to think about his words.

I can't hold back the uncomfortable chuckle. "Or maybe you just don't turn me on so you don't see that look on me?" I make fun of him.