Damien's POV
I stood still as I shook my head at my eighteen-year-old self standing in front of Maya with my eyes low.
Maya was older than I am, she is in her late twenties.
“Hi,” Maya said as she took my hand. I felt my hand burn under her touch.
“Hi,” I said back as I lifted my gaze and met with her eyes, and that was a mistake.
I raised my brows as her smile and beautiful eyes tickled my fancy.
We locked eyes until my cold demeanor broke, and I smiled back at her.
“Sit with me,” she said as she tapped the space beside her on the bench. I stared at it for a couple of minutes, hesitating.
But with one more look at her innocent cute smile, I sat on the bench. She shifted her hip until we were just an inch apart.
“Your smile is beautiful,” I managed to say as we kept eye contact.
