Stained

Chapter 109

When he starts turning in a circle, I tighten my arms around his neck. "Damien!" What is he doing?!

"Don't worry, I won't drop you," he tries to reassure without pausing in his spinning.

"What do you mean, don't worry! You're spinning in a circle." I'm going to end up puking if he doesn't stop and I haven't eaten anything yet either.

"I'm doing it so you don't know which way I'm going," he tells me, moving forward.

"Ohhh." That's very smart. I would've guessed from the first direction he took without opening my eyes. After all, I have lived here for over six years.

"Yeah," I can hear the smile in his voice and I wish I could see it. Wish I could see the dimples protruding his cheeks.

But nope, I have to close my eyes.

"Can we play a game?" I ask after not even twenty seconds of silent walking. I'm bored and I need something to distract me from opening my eyes.

He squeezes my thigh. "What game?"

Annddd his mind wandered off to the gutter. I swat his chest. "Not that kind of game," I say past a small giggle.

"What game then?" He turns a corner. Left.

I stop myself from wondering where he could have turned by blurting out the first game that comes to mind. "Two truths and one lie. You have to say two truths and a lie and I have to guess which one is the lie."

I was supposed to think that through for a minute or so because it is also a way for me to get to know him better, and I don't know how he will feel about that since he is pretty closed off.

"What do I get if I win?" His thumbs begin massaging my thighs.

I roll my eyes. He's so dirty-minded. But a smile creeps free on my lips, anyways.

"What would I get if I win?" I refute. Two can play at that game.

"What do you want?" He asks the question as if he could grant me any wish in the world.

You. My heart instantly sings, but I ignore it. I don't want my feelings ruining this moment, because they have ruined everything in the past. The everlasting stain on my heart from the lesson is a permanent reminder.

"I don't know..." I hadn't gotten that far.

Suddenly, a lightbulb goes off in my head. "One thing about you."

I feel him startle a little. "What?"

"If I win, you have to tell me one thing about you. Something no one knows. It can be anything really." I bite my lip, anxiously. What if he gets mad? Tells me to stop trying to poke into his life? When all I want to do is get to know him a little better.

After seconds that feel like long minutes, he speaks, "Fine. But if I win, you have to do the same." He's so full of himself.

You already know so much, I want to say, but instead, I opt for, "deal."

"Do you want to start, or should I?"

"You start." It will give me time to think of one.

"Okay," he drawls in thought. "My favourite sport was football. I have three horses. And my middle name is Ramsey."

I laugh at the middle name one but snap my lips shut when I realise it could actually be his middle name. "What are you, Gordon Ramsey's son?" I can't help the jibe.

He pinches my thigh. "Stop trying to cheat."

"I wasn't trying to cheat." I sigh. "Erm, your favourite sport being football is...true?"