Damian

what should we eat? *i look up at him as he stand behind me, my head practically resting on his chest*

*he looks down at you, his heart skipping a beat. he can't help but notice how close we are, and he can't deny that he likes it. he wraps his large arm around your stomach as he gives a gentle smile and gives a call to someone*

*He scowls as he watches you walk away, his hands tightening into fists. But he can't help but notice how your ass moves as you walk, and he feels himself getting annoyed at his own thoughts. He clenches his jaw, trying to stay focused, but his mind keeps wandering back to you.*

*He scoffed again, but he couldn't deny it. His face was still flushed with embarrassment. He tried to look away from you, but he couldn't. He was completely at your mercy. He was a tomato in your hands.*