Stained

Chapter 62

"Hazel," Damien warns.

I ignore him and look ahead. If Rosie were here, she would have her face in my bowl. My mouth twitches, and I fight the smile that threatens to take over my entire face at the image my mind conjures.

Thinking about the cute devil, where is she right now?

"Fine," he huffs, breaking me out of my wonder.

A triumphant smile stretches across my face and I bring the fork up to his mouth. He hesitates for a moment but then parts his lips.

I know I probably look stupid right now, smiling from ear to ear, but I don't care. I pull the fork out, and a bit of the Nutella latches onto the side of his mouth.

I tilt my head at him with a big goofy smile plastered on my face. "Good, right?"

He makes a face whilst chewing but nods his head yes anyways.

Once he's finished chewing, I point to the side of his mouth where the chocolate is smeared. "You've got..."

"What?" He asks touching his cheek.

I shake my head and point to his mouth again. He touches above his lip this time. So close.

"To the right." I indicate lower with my finger, but he touches his bottom lip instead.

Ugh, forget it. I bring my thumb up to the corner of his mouth and rub the Nutella off. I show it to him and then unintentionally put my thumb into my mouth and suck the chocolate off.

My eyes grow wide, and Damien's fall to my lips. I immediately retreat my thumb. There's no use, though.

I drop my gaze to the plate in my lap. I'm a hygiene freak. I can't even share a glass of water with someone, yet here I am rubbing Nutella off his lips and eating it. And with that thought, I realise I have also shared my fork with him...

I wait for the disgust to hit me. It doesn't. Why?

As I'm searching for an answer from every nook and corner of my brain, I dig into the strawberry. Hope for the sweetness of it to swallow up my stupid reckless self.

"Here, water." Damien holds out a glass of water and I take it with a small hesitant smile.

Why is he doing all of this? I don't understand what is going on between us. We've kissed countless times. Slept in the same bed together — twice now, and I've even let him touch me in ways I've never imagined letting any one.

Most importantly, why is it different with him? Why am I not revolted or scared of his touch? Why do I like it? Love it even? Worst of all... crave more.

I try to distract myself from my jumbled thoughts by adding more Nutella on to the strawberry. From the corner of my eye, I see Damien texting someone on his phone.

The curious part in me can't help wondering who.

I don't get to think more into it because, in the same second, he's putting his phone away and looking straight at me.

I turn to face him and bring the fork up to his mouth.

He smiles and nods his head no.