Masked Feelings

"Why the mask?" he asked. I kept quiet as he moved his hand to my hair. He untied my hair and let the hair band fall on the ground. "Why are you touching me? Am a whore, right?" I asked as I stared at him, right in the eyes. He stared back at me and didn't answer. Didn't he just call me a whore? He buried his face back in my neck and lightly blow on my face. That felt good. Damn good. When his lips made contact with my skin, i bit my lips to stop a moan. I could feel his hands letting my wrists free. My hands fell on his shoulders. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the feelings that I was getting. What the hell was he doing to me?

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Chapter 72: Sick

"What were you trying to do, Athena?" Damian asked as I got in the car. He didn't seem to mind the fact that I was drenched. He turned to look at me, then sighed.

"I wanted you to talk to Chris" I told me.

"We did" He said.

"And?" I urged.

"We're good now" He said with a smile. I smiled back then turned to look at the road. We couldn't see a thing because of the rain. "Athena" Damian breathed. I turned to him again. He was staring at me, a frown on his face. He pushed a strand of hair away from my face. "Everything is going to be fine" He tried to reassure.

"Someone broke in the apartment, Damian. And that person, either wants me for him or he wants me dead" I told him. He sighed then pulled me to him. He wrapped his arms around me, then lightly pecked the side of my head. The fact that I was drenched didn't seem to bother him. I closed my eyes and appreciate the moment that I was spending with him.

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