Clara's pov
It was finally time for us to go home and me and Damien had not accomplished much today anyways. We had come to this party to watch how things were closely but had made no progress.
We walked home slowly as I felt the calm and cool breeze touch my skin making me smile and get a little bit lost in the feeling and chill it gave. I thought back to the kiss me and Damien had shared earlier and I felt a blush creeping to my cheeks. I remembered how soft his lips were and how he tasted like beer mixed with mint. He had tasted like a sexy man...even though I had never tasted one I could tell that they tasted that way.
I was blushing so much forgetting about the fact that he was beside me. I turned to look at him and we met each other's gaze. He was staring at me with a heated gaze which made me feel some how uncomfortable but yet still comfortable. I was seriously confused about everything and it was something that I was getting tired of.