Naughty, naughty Kitten

[ I listened to High by Dua Lipa while writing this. ]

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The master bedroom in Damien's penthouse had floor-to-ceiling glass windows covering two of the three walls that had coastal views. Opposite the bed was a lit digital fireplace—it was the only light apart from the natural night skylight that illuminated the massive bedroom.

Damien cupped Katherine's chin with his thumb and index finger, lifting it up and meeting her watery eyes. He regretted what he did earlier. But after clearing the matter with her, he was now feeling more settled. If she was to ask him, she didn't need to prove it anymore. What he told her a few nights ago was out of whim due to his insecurities. He got scared and was taken aback by her sudden change.