Bryan
“What are you doing?” he sounds tortured and I gazed up to meet his eyes.
“What is this?” I whispered.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I am. I worry about you, Damian. What happened?”
He raises his chin and swallows, the movement bringing my eyes to his muscled attractive throat. The Adam’s apple is calling to me.
“I’ll figure it out don’t worry,” his voice is husky. I can’t help but feel a little comforted that he has not turned away to conceal his body- the marks that partially cover his skin, I mean. Well, both. He is not a shy one I grasp. I bring my hand up to his chest plate and he pulls in a harsh breath, “What are you doing Bryan?”
Truthfully…I don’t know. But I like the look in his eyes right now- glazed, staring at me through thick wet eyelashes. His wet eyebrows that separ
