In Law

"Can you honestly believe your sister is marrying Damien- fucking- Gray??"

"Yeah."

"Aren't you excited? He's rich. He's hot. And now you get to see him everyday!"

"Yeah."

"I feel like you aren't listening to me, Tia." Lilian pinches my cheeks, snapping me out of my daydream.

"Oh sorry."

"Are you excited?" She repeats waiting for me.

A tall, broad figure behind her distracts me again.
And it's him.

Damien Gray.

And there's my sister, Marinette. Right behind him.

She kisses him deeply, and I notice his eyes remaining open. The gray orbs gaze around before settling on me.

And he's just staring at me, an emotion filling his eyes.

I've never seen him give my sister this look before. Is it good or bad? Wrong or right?

I mean, he's looked at me this way before. Does he only look at me this way?

"I guess I am."

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"I don't know. There's something about you." His fingers graze across my cheeks, eyes piercing into my soul.

"Something like what?" I blush unconsciously, anticipating his next move.

Damien tilts my face up and I tip-toe to match his height, but fail.

Taking his free hand, he holds my waist and pushes me up on the wall, inching closer to me. Our lips graze across one another and his eyes darken.

"Oh. I think you know, babygirl. I'm attracted." He groans out and I bit my lip.

Setting me down, he pulls away and fixes his suit. Leaving me alone in my room, confused.

Yeah, it's good. But it's wrong.