C12 The Boyfriend Thing

{Damon}

I was watching her, like I most of the time I do. She was captivating. Her gaze was locked on her screen, and by the looks of it, I guess, she was drafting a mail or something. She always looked gorgeous to me. Even now, when her hair is all balled-up in a bun. She was tired, but won’t stop.

Her shirt was out, and almost unbuttoned at the top. Our business is going just fine