THE KNIFE LOOK TRULY INTIMIDATING

Wilona's P.O.V

I wanted to see him properly, to touch him and see the beauty which my eyes usually blurred me from seeing. I wanted to be in his arms again, hated this stupid space between us as we both stood awkwardly.

"I made breakfast," I say suddenly as I look up to his dark, oceanic swirls which held me still under them. "I was coming to ask if you wanted to join me."

To join me? What the fuck am I, thirty and asking my co-worker if he wants to smoke too?! 

Damon's deep chuckles ease my nerves as he closes his door and steps up to me, invading my space but not touching me. I look up at him, chest heaving and heart swooning, he'd never touch me unless I wanted him to. A fact which warmed me even more for him.

"I was just going to cook and come ask you the same." He reveals making me snort.