Damian
“I don’t care, Bryan. I don’t care if he even dies. It’s not my business- it is not even yours anymore,” I complain when Bryan tries to explain to me why he has spent the last fifteen hours away from home.
Honestly, I am saddened by my boyfriend’s complete disregard for my feelings on the matter of Melanie.
He stares at me from across the island in the kitchen where I am cleaning up the mess I had made when I made a meal for my sister a while back. I return it with a glare of my own.
The dimple on his chin moves when he pulls in his lips and I stare at it. The beauty of it always has me transfixed. See, while I have gotten use to the beautiful mark of undeveloped muscle on his chin, his chin twitching still captivates me.
Brown eyes meet green.
“How can you be so cold?”
“Cold
