**ROSEANA**
"Damon, what do you think of me working?" I inquired. We're sitting on the couch as he decides which movie to watch. Damon has been searching for quite a while and has yet to find anything he likes. I'm almost out of popcorn, yet we haven't even begun.
"Why?" he inquired. I returned his piercing stare. His eyes were firm and steady, but I knew better.
"Nothing specific. It just occurred to me. I have nothing going on at home. I also don't want to rely on you for all of my needs," I replied, averting my gaze from his.
The truth is that I've been deliberating over this decision for some days. I'm bored in Damon's house, especially because I'm not doing anything else. When he is at work, I am left alone. I don't have anything else to do.
I also considered working to save money. I will have to leave Damon's residence at some point. I need money.
Damon responded flatly, "No." He said it without hesitation as if his decision were irreversible.
Damon's response no longer astonished me. I anticipated him acting this way.
"Don't worry, I'll be using my maiden name, so no one will know I'm your wife." I slide closer to him, catch his gaze, and smile at him, hoping he'll let me work.
Damon set down the television remote and stared at me, and I had to stop myself from looking away. Damon didn't say anything.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss on my lips. I jerked my head away from him. He's deliberately diverting my attention, so we can't talk about what I want.
"Damon, I'm serious," I said, swallowing my displeasure. I'm trying not to be irritated by what he's doing now because if I'm impolite, he will not allow me anymore.
Damon cuddled up to my neck. He sniffed my neck; he was almost swallowing my scent. I can feel his hands wrapping around my waist. He was dissatisfied with the space between us and drew me in closer. My hips barely rose as he drew me close to him, as though he didn't want any more space between us. I'm nearly on his lap.
"Yeah, I am as well," he said, his gaze fixed on my neck. When he kissed me, I tightly closed my eyes.
"Damon, why are you always flirting?" I couldn't stop myself from asking. I never tried to push him away from me since I knew how stubborn he was.
As he laughed, I felt his shoulder move. "Why do you smell so good? Maybe you did it on purpose to seduce me." He smeared his nose on my neck, his soft hair brushing up against my jaw.
"What kind of work do you have in mind?" he asked after a few minutes of stillness.
"I don't have anything specific in mind," I said, rubbing his encircling arm. "I just wanted to let you know before I apply for a job." That was my response.
"Why would you even want to work? Do you want to get yourself tired?" I assume he grew bored of smelling my neck, so he just rested his face on my shoulder and stared at my face.
I ignored the soul-piercing stare he was giving me, even though the heat from his body was burning my skin as he stared at me.
"I'd like to make my own money. When we have to part ways, I want to have my own money. I don't want to be homeless," I explain.
Damon's grip on me tightened. His muscles tensed. He was also deafeningly quiet for a few moments. I bit my lower lip. What I said was true. I'll have to leave him sooner or later. I can't stay in his house indefinitely. As much as I enjoy living with him, I know the day will come when we must part ways.
His serene expression shifted to rage. Because of what I said, he couldn't hide his annoyance. "No one will leave. You will not live on the streets, as if I will let that happen," he declared authoritatively.
"Damon, we need to face the fact that I need to leave soon."
"That's enough, Roseana. I don't want to talk about it," he stated emphatically.
I simply sighed. I didn't pursue the subject any further. I know Damon didn't like what I said. Did I catch him off guard?
When he left me alone in the living room, our plan to watch a movie fell through. He walked into the room with his mouth shut. I just stayed there and watched him walk away. I lingered in the living room for a few moments. I simply turned off the television and opted not to watch the movie because I couldn't find anything I liked.
I've lost my appetite because I'm no longer with anyone. The living room felt colder when I was alone.
When I entered our room, Damon was already lying on our bed. He made his arms a pillow while his eyes were already closed. I nibble on my bottom lip.
The silence around us was deafening. Damon had just gone into the room, so I knew he wasn't sleeping. I let out a sigh.
I entered the restroom and looked in the mirror at myself. It disturbs me how much Damon is upset and not talking to me. I'm used to his teasing me before bedtime. We would cuddle before going to bed. I'm used to falling asleep in his arms.
I gently positioned myself on the bed. My skin is getting cold. I pulled the blanket up to my chest, thinking it would help with the cold I was feeling, but I was mistaken. I narrowed my eyes.
Roseana, go to sleep. That's correct. Don't think about anything, and simply sleep.
I tell myself not to think about it, but my thoughts are drawn to the man on the bed next to me. I stood up, irritated. While I couldn't sleep, I stared at the man who was sleeping sweetly next to me.
I put away all my inhibitions and placed my arms around Damon's waist. I could feel stiff.
I pressed up to his body. I rested my jaw against his chest and gazed at his sleeping face. Why does he appear tranquil and calm while sleeping but act like a grouchy old man when awake? Not to mention his frightening demeanor.
Damon's breathing was steady, so I assumed he was already asleep. I tried for a long time to convince myself to sleep, but I couldn't.
Damon's lengthy lashes drew my attention. "Why do you have such long lashes?" I queried Damon while resting my head on his chest, even though I knew he was sleeping.
I put up my hand. I was hesitant at first to place my hands on his face for fear of waking him up, but I did so anyway. My frigid hands are soothed by the warmth of his face.
I traced his face down to his neck. What would it feel like if I put my lips on his neck?
I couldn't get my brain to quit telling me what to do. I'm just curious as to why he's so obsessed with kissing my neck.