Our House

Damien’s POV

I saw the sadness in her eyes when she told me that she was thinking about us. It’s so weird because I was thinking about the same thing when we drove past the pack a few minutes ago. I just don’t know why she has this conflicting look on her face.

The thought of spending her whole life with me makes her happy and at the same time, it made her sad. I guess she felt guilty about voicing out her concerns to me, that is why she hung her head down, trying to avoid my eyes. I hate the fact that she feels inferior to me, she sees me as some Greek god that should be placed on a high pedestal and worshiped. If only she knows that she is more beautiful than a Greek goddess, if only she knows that it is my greatest wish to worship her beautiful curvy body every damn day, she is so amazing, so fucking gorgeous.

We have just arrived at my but she is too distracted to notice our environment. She has her eyes down as she keeps playing with her finger.