Lechna_Baram

"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?

Masked Feelings

"Damian" I called as I approached the kitchen. I slept pretty well yesterday after the doctor bandaged my wound. Damian took care of me. That was sweet. I was currently walking around Damian's apartment while wearing his black shirt. It reached just below my butt. 


"Slept well?" I heard as soon as I stepped in the kitchen. By the counter, sat Rose with a cup in her hands. She looked tired and dark circles were present under her eyes. She was currently wearing a shirt and a sweatpants which seemed to be Damian's. I don't know why but it t somehow bothered me to see her in his clothes. It was immature. I know. Damian stood by the oven, his back turned to us. 


"You tell me. You were the one who was dead drunk in the park" I snapped, anger from yesterday slowly raising.


"I heard that someone attacked you" Rise whispered without raising her head to look at me. Instead, she was looking at her cup of coffee. Damian must have told her about the attack. 


Chapter 39: Withering Rose