**ROSEANA**
"Come here, and let me look again."
Damon's hand was on my forehead before I could respond. He wasn't done yet, and he grabbed my neck. When he touched mine and his foreheads to see if my temperature was normal, I giggled.
He looks like a child. Maybe he doesn't notice or realize it, but now that he's with me, he rarely becomes angry or sullen, unlike before, when he was angry virtually every day. He was more moody than I was. My PMS is more pleasant than his anger issues, which appear to have been born with them.
I'm still puzzled as to why he abruptly changed. He appears to be nicer, at least to me. If he's still the old Damon, I'm sure he wouldn't sit on the sofa with me now. He's probably in his room, working, or in his office, returning home late. That has been our routine since he "married" me.
To be honest, I don't notice any difference between being single and married, apart from the fact that I now have someone else's surname. For starters, we didn't interact with one another. Even though we live in the same house, we rarely see each other, and I hardly leave the house.
He is always busy with work. He goes early in the morning and returns late at night. I was still sleeping when he left, and I was already sleeping when he returned home. I also tried to wait for him to return home. I even tried to get up at two a.m. so that we could eat together, but we still didn't eat together very often because he was so busy.
We don't see each other on weekends, which are supposed to be his rest days, and yes, he is at home, since he locks himself in his room. So, basically, we live in the same house but barely cross paths. Even though I'm with someone, I feel like I'm still alone at home.
That's why I'm astonished he's with me now because he's never interacted with me like this before, save for the one week we argued and didn't talk. The longest conversation we had was him just asking me if I was okay, and that was it.
Now, we are seated side by side in the living room, with him taking such good care of me that he even cleaned my wound.
"What are you thinking? Hmm?" he questioned, bringing me back from my daydream. I didn't realize I was staring at his face while I was in my thoughts. His deep pair of dark eyes peered at me with curiosity, gently bending his head as he waited for my response.
He's adorable. I can't take my eyes off his lengthy lashes. Now that I'm looking at him attentively, I can see how beautiful his face is. His thick brows, which give him unrivaled power when dealing with serious matters, are majestic. I can almost see him furrowing his brow whenever I do anything stupid. I've always wanted to massage his brows when they knit in displeasure. His deep black eyes seemed to be hiding a lot of secrets. Damon's gaze will undoubtedly make your heart skip a beat. His eyes pique my interest. As I have said before, it is keeping several mysteries that were difficult to unravel. When he's angry, his midnight-black eyes may be as keen as a dagger.
I checked his nose. He has a perfectly shaped nose and stands tall and proud. Now that I can see it well, I want to pinch it. And his skin, man! Never let me begin with his skin. My husband has never had any acne problems. Damon's complexion is even better than mine, if you look closely. Anyone who sees his beautiful skin will be instantly envious.
"You're staring at me; am I that good-looking?" he said, his lips moving slowly. Or is it just me?
My gosh, Roseana, what is going on with you?
I mentally smack my head to bring myself back to reality because I don't want to appear insane in Damon's eyes. If I just stared at him, I might not be able to stop myself from caressing his face, which would be so embarrassing.
"You've had a lot of guts on that, Mister," I said, acting unbothered by him as if he didn't catch me ogling at him.
"I don't think so, Mrs. Salvestre," he replied, smiling from ear to ear.
When he addressed me as Mrs. Salvestre, I gasped for air. My lips instantly formed a smile. I pretended it didn't bother me, but inside I wanted to scream like a child who had just received his favorite toy.
"You've been acting really strange today, Mister," I remarked instead, attempting to brush off the tingling sensation in my gut.
"I thought we were already clear on that topic, hmm?" he inquired. Damon's leaning in was unexpected. I was frozen in my seat. He smelled my hair before resting his head on my shoulder.
I'm still wearing the huge long sleeve I wore earlier, and that fabric has dropped down my shoulder, revealing my skin and shoulder blade. That's why, when Damon rested his head on my shoulder, I almost shivered. I felt his nose brush up against my neck.
What the hell is going on? What is going on? What is he thinking? He grew clingy all of a sudden! He didn't even warn me, and I wish I had prepared myself instead of sitting like a stump while he casually sniffs my hair as if it's the most normal thing for him to do. I'm tempted to shake myself. My senses have become more sensitive now that he is so close to me that I can feel even his simple breathing.
Damon examined my face to see if I was paying attention to his question. He couldn't see my face because his face was buried in my hair earlier.
"Are you okay?" he inquired, his eyes filled with concern.
I couldn't help but stutter, "Y-Yeah."
"Are you blushing?" he asked. I shut my eyes tightly.
He had to have seen my stuttering. I'd be even more astonished if he hadn't noticed. But did he really need to mention it? Shame ate away at me even more.
"Of course not!" I argued. Damon burst out laughing because I was so defensive. His laugh rang out in my ears. Why did he need to be so near me? I'm not prepared. I can't seem to breathe correctly.
"To answer your question, I just want to fulfill my duty as your husband."
What he said stunned me. When I tried to look at him, he just buried his face in my neck. I sigh.
"You are fulfilling your duty to me as my husband; I am not asking for anything more; you have already helped me greatly, and I am grateful," I replied.
That's true. This man saved me when everything seemed to be falling apart. My life has been a shambles ever since, but he gave me hope again. He may not realize it, but he offered me so much kindness that I don't know how to repay him.
"No, I've neglected you. I should have acted like your husband instead of leaving you alone like a jerk. Look at you; if I didn't come home, you'd be dealing with headaches on your own," he added.
Damon's warm arm wrapped around my waist. "Forgive me; I should have taken better care of you rather than letting my anger control me," he said as he hugged me.
My heart warms as his every word reaches deep into my soul. I'm used to being alone. I'm accustomed to no one caring for me when I'm sick, and in most cases, no one really notices if I'm sick. But now... I have someone.
"I think that is how it felt to have someone look after me; thank you, Damon."
Thank you for giving me the life I once imagined and for showing me the beauty of living.
Damon tenderly wiped my tears away as a tear fell from my eyes.
Oh, to have someone like him. I know it's wrong to fantasize, but may I just have him for myself?