Damian returned late at night… or rather, it would be more accurate to say that he returned early next morning. I was barely awake at that point, the phone falling down on my face more than once as I tried to keep reading.
Someone yanked the phone out of my hand and placed a hand on my tired eyes. It felt… familiar to me. Almost as if I had felt this sensation before, but I could not recall.
The warmth of his palm lingered a moment too long, as if he had to force himself to pull away.
My first instinct was to try and reach for my phone, but I gave it up easily enough once I noticed that it would not be possible for me.
"Just go to sleep. Otherwise, you will have dark circles under your beautiful eyes."
Damian told me, and my heart skipped a beat at the honesty in his voice. That man truly believed that I had beautiful eyes.
His tone wasn't playful - it was reverent, almost frustratingly sincere.
