“Excuse me ladies,” Damian said in his deep and seductive rumbling voice as he approached us. We were still on the swings, talking about my mother and my plan on finding her and exacting my revenge on the man who kidnapped her, “can I steal her from you?” he said as he came to stand next to me, his hand going straight to my hair and gently twirling flaming red curls around his finger. My breathing hitched automatically as my body responded to him, craving him and anticipating a repeat of what happened at lunch time.
“Ye... Yes, certainly,” Robyn smiled self-consciously, startled by Damian’s powerful presence and unexpected visit. As she got up she leaned over my left shoulder and whispered in my ear, “ALL the details tomorrow,” before she straightened her white button down short sleeved s
