Chapter 48

Damon shook his head, "I guess you must be hungry, Ava. Come." He held her hand, leading her to the table arranged on the balcony. "I prepared this specially for you. I hope you like it."

Ava responded, "You don't need to stress yourself this way, Damon. Besides, I had no idea you knew how to cook." She teased.

Damon insisted, "I have to. Cooking is not something I do all the time, I didn't want you to think I'm only good at fu**ing your brains out." As they sat down, he watched her tuck her hair behind her ear, trying so hard to hide the blush that had crept up her face.

"You didn't have to say that. You rotten man." She used her finger to pick up a piece of meat, dipped it in the soup, and ate. Damon couldn't help but be enticed by her. He asked, "Tell me, Ava, do you miss your family?"

Ava's gaze met his, and she nodded, " Of course I do. My mother will be really worried. We've spent almost twenty days here. You know this wasn't the agreement we had with her."

Damon remained silent