Page 290 of Eternal
I returned back there and saw him sitting there looking at something on his phone. Then, he looked up and down at me, smiling proudly.
I sat next to him and stared at the tea still hot and the stuffed croissants on a plate.
“You actually fainted on me. Didn’t know you were that weak. I didn’t even use the blindfold last night.”
A blindfold?
I laughed, shoving him lightly. “You’re stupid.”
We sat in, small conversation between bites, our plates half-picked at, coffee and tea cooling in our cups. My body still felt dead, like I’d barely been stitched back together after our night together.
And yet somehow, I wasn’t falling apart.
Damir had one arm sprawled across the back of my chair, legs stretched out, one ankle hooked over the other. I went to lift my cup again and caught his stare, he was always watching me.
“What?” I asked, suspicious.
“You’ve got cream,” he said, nodding to my upper lip.
Before I could react, he leaned in and licked it clean, one slow sweep of his tongue.
I blinked. “Seriously?”
He gave a lazy smile and shrugged. “What? Wasting food is a crime.”
He was still like this, even after everything, still cocky, still bold, stillhim.
“You’re shy about this now?” he murmured, clearly amused. “Partner, I had my tongue inside you a few hours ago.”
I groaned, covering my face with both hands. “Please don’t say that while I’m trying to drink tea. I already have a headache.”
“Oh? Was I too rough?” he teased, nudging my bare knee with his under the table.
I cracked a grin, looking at him through my fingers. “Should’ve bitten your dick.”
He barked a laugh, tipping his head back. The sound of it filled the room, so soft and real, it made my chest ache in a way I didn’t expect, then he leaned in and kissed me, quickly.
“Mmm,” he hummed against my lips. “Kinky again? Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
I bit down a laugh, but it came out quieter than I meant. There was something about him like this, barefoot, half-dressed, feeding me breakfast he actually went out and got, that was undoing me all over again.
“You good?” he asked after a minute.
I nodded, eyes flicking to the side. “Yeah.”
He leaned forward, plucking a spoon off the table and dipping it into his cup like he hadn’t just licked cream off my lip a second ago, his thumb brushed the edge of my knee under the table, and I peeked at him.
He looked smug,comfortable, not a trace of regret anywhere on his face, not a single drop of that morning-after awkwardness that had started crawling up my spine.
“Still thinking about biting my dick?” he asked casually, stirring his coffee.
I nearly choked. “I swear to god,Damir.”
“I’m only asking,” he said, lips twitching. “You looked deep in thought.”
“I was,” I deadpanned. “About how to fake my own death.”
He snorted. “You’re too selfless for that. You’ll hide and die in silence knowing you.”
