Fourteen.

Mel stared at Damien as his eyes suddenly went dark.

She was confused because she didn't know what that meant,

"I had an emergency, that's all" he finalized.

"Care to.....talk?"

"Really? You'd listen?"

Mel nodded eagerly.

"That's very cute,MM," he said. "I'm not sure I should be bombarding you with my issues"

"But you just bought me scotch eggs," she pouted. "I can at least return the favour"

Damien laughed,and looked up to meet her gaze.

Her orbs were staring at him.

She was smiling,but not too much.

His eyes went from her eyes to her nose,to her lips,and then to her-

His breath got hitched in his throat as realization dawned on him.

She was obviously in her night gown,meaning-

"So,are you gonna tell me?" She asked,and his eyes met her eyes again.

He shook his head,as if trying to compose himself.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat. "I went to attend to my grandfather"

When he said that,he blew out a heavy breath

"Is he alright?" Mel asked.