47: Comfort

Dana

His delicate touch on my hand gave me chills.

Demian smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. It was an intimate moment because it was the first time in a long while that he and I managed to get along for more than ten minutes straight. Demian didn't stop holding my hand, and I was grateful for it inside.

"Have you had dinner? Do you want me to order something to eat? You need to eat well. What do you feel like having? Do you want dessert? An ice cream?" Demian bombarded me with his questions.

"I've had dinner. Thanks. But I'm not in the mood to eat. I was thinking of sleeping."

"Should I go?" he asked.

"No, no," I said quickly, stopping him from getting up from the bed. "You can stay a while."

There was silence between us. Demian couldn't stop looking at me, and I couldn't stop looking at him.

"Shouldn't you be with Rachel? She must need you."

"Her family is with her. Your father is at my house," he mentioned.

That man was my biological father, but I didn't consider him