Page 44 of Lumi
Leaning in, Damian whispered in my ear. “I learned that ye sleep naked.”
“Ohh…” I laughed. “That’s okay. Atlas won’t care.” Looking at the camera, I repeated what Damian had just whispered to me, “Damian didn’t know that I normally sleep naked, but there you have it.”
We moved on to question number three. “What has been the best part of the experiment so far?”
“Awk, can I start?” Damian asked and gave me one of his charming smiles that made my insides melt a little.
I swung my hand. “Go ahead.”
“For me, the best thing was the party where Magique saw me with ye. I’ve been tellin’ her that I have a girlfriend for months. Hopefully, seein’ us bound together will make her back off.”
I snorted. “I doubt handcuffs have the same effect as wedding rings. She might think you’re even more kinky and interesting. Don’t be surprised if she comes on to you stronger than before.”
Damian sighed. “Shite. Ye’re probably right.”
“Did you enjoy other parts of the experiment, or was using me as a shield the highlight?”
Damian skewed his mouth and looked to the paper again. “As I said, I enjoy yer company when yer not violent toward me.”
With a sound of protest, I elbowed him. “When have I ever been violent to you?”
With a thumb pointing over his shoulder, Damian chuckled. “This mornin’, when you kicked me to get to the key fast enough.”
“You were suffocating me, and I had to pee,” I defended myself.
“So ye say. Now, it’s yer turn to answer the question. Best part so far?”
I thought about it. “Maybe the fact that we haven’t killed each other.”
“Ye tried. Admit it,” Damian joked.
Biting my lip, I scratched my collarbone. “My point is that the only reason we haven’t killed each other, or I haven’t gone into an anxiety attack over lack of personal space, is because you’re good at reading my mood.”
“I know. They call me the Lumi whisperer.”
Pushing at his shoulder, with a smile I shook my head. “Very funny.”
After a glance at the camera, Damian cleared his throat. “We better crack on, or it’s going to be a long video. The last question is, do ye regret sayin’ yes to this experiment?”
I looked down at the handcuffs linking us together. “I won’t lie. It’s hard for me.”
“But do ye regret it?”
Looking deep into his eyes, I answered in a soft exhale. “No.”
Damian lit up. “Ye mean that?”
“Yes. I don’t regret saying yes to the experiment… yet.”
“Good. Because I think we’re doing better than expected.”
I tilted my head again. “What did you expect?”
“That ye’d be difficult,” Damian said without hesitation. “Ye’re not the easiest of females.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Awk, don’t look surprised. Ye know what I mean.”
