alized they thought that I wanted the bag. Damian was alread

ng. Please don't buy it for me. Thank you, b

ian asked me again, maki

ding money for girls you have just met. There are many gold diggers, you know." I looked at Damian, then Rai, somehow advis

n. I went to him and asked, "Something in your mind, Rai

ed his slow smile and extended his hand to tuck my hair behind

irst? The first of what? I thought to myself, looking

ment when Rai whispered some stuff to Damian, I couldn't hear what he said, but I saw Rai slip Damian something under the tabl

mian going?"

y something," w

d been spending a lot just today, and Dam

ore." He sm

as their own money; who was I to a

smiling softly every time he looked at me. This time with something in his eyes, his gaze was

ad an Hermes paper bag, a big one. Did he buy another bag? I shook my head in disbelief. He sat down, and we jok

to ask him abou

you something?" I

thing," he said with t

as my eyes locked with his; that whatever ques

f swirling molten gold veiled by thick and

n't help myself from

could hea

had been looking at him shameless

beautiful," I told him as I

ful?" I hea

was beautiful? I felt my face heating up again, looking at how

ul," I corrected myself hurriedly. I was s

smile on his face and his golden eyes seemed to glint even bright

r even attractive, but no one has ever told me that I'm beautiful. He mus

o thank him for his comp

Or.. you just wanted to tell me that I

nched him on his arm, a

ased me again, my head would explode in

e again after catching my wrist

sk him? My mind seemed to muddle a

wanted to ask

mself up if you know what I mean. What's his

y secret to tell, Kat. But don't worry, he's

rious about it, so I continued chatting with Damian

his breathtaking liquid gold orbs. Yes, even with his outgoing persona, I could s

by my question, but he managed to mask it

" He looked as though he was genuinely confuse

ng myself? I had a demon myself. It wasn't something I wanted everyone to know, and I was sure it w

ng me that I was wrong in thinking that he had a

o I could get into the car. I looked at his hand and at him; he just smiled softly while offering his hand. I took it and wh

d it affect me so much? Just a simple touch made me want to know more about him. It had never happ

*

ch time together. I hadn't had this much

iet. He really guarded himself up. It was like he had bui

verything about him; I wanted to be his confidant,

y intentionally being mysterious. I knew he wasn't that type of man, but how could I