Hanna's POV
I groaned. He kissed me harder, his hands roaming my body. I moaned out his name, latching my arms around his neck. My hands tangled in his hair, my fingers running through the strands.
"We need to get inside," he muttered, suddenly pulling back. I nodded. Quietly we walked to the front door, and unlocked the door. We walked inside in freaky silence. My eyes scanned the house as if expecting someone to pop out any moment.
"No one's here." Damien stated.
"Do you want something to drink?" I asked, walking into the kitchen. I hadn't been here for days and I didn't want to think what state my fridge was in.
"No."
"Something to eat?" I asked.
"We just ate Hanna."
I nodded. I could feel him behind me. His hands trapped me and I turned around. There it was. T
