Chapter 112 - I'm Real..

“Damian, it’s me. I’m real.” I held his head in my hands, so his focus was on me.

“No, no. You are not real. I want her too much that my mind plays a trick on me. I’m dirty. I’m sticky. She doesn’t want me. Those bastards.. always left me sticky. I need to get clean..” He kept on mumbling and scrubbing himself.

Bastards.. Men? What kind of activity could he be in involved in that left him sticky? Could it be he was involved in fights and got himself bloodied? The thought sent shivers down my spine. I shouldn't think about it now.

I stood on my tiptoes, circled my hands behind his neck, pulled his head down, and kissed him hard with everything that I had instead.

“Damian.. It’s me. Feel me, Damian. Come back to me.” I whispered and kissed him again. I bit his lip, and he gasped. I took the chance to slip my tongue inside his mouth. His tongue started to move against mine, tugging and pulling at a rhythm that always drove us mad for each other. I opened my eyes to see him and saw his