"You're... Staying the night?" I dared a peek at Dameon's face after embarrassing myself with that over the top amount of waterworks just because of a movie.
"Hmm? You're going to kick me out?" Dameon rests his chin on the back of his palm, flashing a cocky smirk as he somehow found a way to tease me.
Pouting my lips, I averted my gaze so I could avoid being deceived by his behaviour. However, amidst the white noise from the television turned on low and the occasional droplet of water hitting the basin of the sink, Dameon's heartbeat pounded loud enough for me to acknowledge that he was only speaking in jest.
"I... I thought you'd prefer heading home. My house isn't as accommodating as yours." I reminsced of his spacious abode, his walk in closet neatly arranged in a gradient of colour, a cosy lived in vibe and little Clarisse waiting for him by the door— a stark difference compared to my apartment unit that fit only the bare necessities.
