**ROSEANA**
Damon is grumpy while driving home. His lips are formed in a grim line as he tightly holds the steering wheel. He doesn't talk to me, and he only answers when I ask something important. His lips barely open when he speaks, as if he is forced to do so. I tried several times to catch his wild and glaring eyes, but he was purposely avoiding me.
I couldn't hide the smile on my lips when our eyes met in the rearview mirror. He must have been secretly looking at me, but he didn't think I would see him. I thought he was about to speak, but I laughed even more when his grumpy eyes rolled at me.
Instead of being angry or annoyed with Damon's actions, I laughed even more. I never thought I would witness this side of him. It was like a child was fighting me because I stole his toy and I must coax him.
"Do you want some?" I offer him. I raised the burger I was holding to show it to him.
His thick eyebrows met. He is weighing whether to look at me or not. In the end, he looked in my direction. His eyes flew to the burger I was holding.
"No," he answered with conviction. I can't stop sniffling. He speaks coldly. I almost shivered at the lack of warmth in his voice.
I didn't listen to his answer. I brought the burger into his mouth. "Roseana, I am driving." His face is crumpled. He didn't seem to be in the mood to joke with me, but since I'm stubborn by nature and I think my stomach became strong enough to disobey him, I didn't follow him.
"I know. You don't have to touch the food," I answered. "You just have to open your mouth and bite on the burger."
Damon did nothing but follow my orders. Maybe he knows that I won't stop pestering him until he eats. What I do is not dangerous. Damon's eyes and his full attention were on driving so we wouldn't have an accident.
We got to the house, where I occasionally feed Damon. He didn't complain anymore, and he let me do what I wanted, although his face still showed annoyance over something.
"Just put it on the counter. I will take care of organizing the groceries," I said.
Damon was carrying the box of groceries we bought. He even took the bag of food that we had taken out of my hand earlier. I insisted that I be the one to carry it because I knew that he was carrying something heavy, but he didn't even pay attention to me and kept walking as if he didn't hear anything.
I winced at what he was doing. I'm not used to the way he acts. Should I coax him? He looked annoyed because of what happened earlier. My only problem is that I don't know how to tame a man who is throwing a tantrum.
When I entered the room, it was dark all around. He didn't turn on the light. I don't know if Damon is asleep. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw someone lying on the bed. His large bulk was almost completely occupying the bed.
I carefully walked to the CR, making sure not to make a noise. I just used the light of my cellphone so I wouldn't hit the wall. I didn’t bother turning on the light.
I took a quick shower and dried my hair in the bathroom because Damon might wake up from the sound of the hair dryer. He bought it for me. I really didn't want to accept it because it was embarrassing, but he was just being pushy and even gave the excuse that he didn't want my hair to wet his bed if I lay down without my hair being dry.
I sat next to Damon when I finished my nightly routine. It's just seven in the evening, but Damon seems to be asleep. I didn't waste time cooking because we already ate dinner before we went home.
I gasped violently as I was restless in my bed. I glanced at Damon to see if he was awake.
It's like my conscience is eating me, and I feel like I have to apologize to him even though I didn't do anything wrong.
I am biting my lower lip while working up the courage to hug Damon. He probably won't know, right? I'm not used to sleeping without my body close to him. He often hugs me when he goes to sleep, but now he doesn't. My hand crawled into his stomach. I smiled when I felt his warm body against mine.
"A little naughty, are we, love?" Damon's stern voice almost made my heart drop in shock. I got up and sat on the bed.
I looked at him in surprise. I could see his smiling face even when the lights were off. My eyes are already adjusted in the dark, so I can see his playful smile.
"I thought you were asleep," I mutter. Little by little, I was enveloped in shame because of what I had done.
I fidgeted with my fingers. He probably won't think I'm taking advantage of him, will he?
"Ahh. Is that why you hugged me because you thought I was asleep?" he asked, his voice taunting me.
"Of course not. I just hugged you to..." I don't know what to add. My tongue seemed to retreat when Damon brought his face closer to mine. Being so close, the tip of his nose was rubbing against mine.
“Hmm?” he hummed.
Damon wasn't paying attention to what I was saying; that's what I think. He didn't pay attention to what I was saying, but even so, I was still confused.
"I was checking if you are still breathing?" I answered in a tone that was also unsure. Good thing Damon couldn't see the blush on my cheeks.
Damon's manly laugh was the next thing I heard. His laugh vibrated on my cheeks. I couldn't take the shame anymore, so I just hid under the blanket.
"Lavigne is an asshole. He is ugly. He's not showering for a week. He doesn't have a house and is still a burden on his parents."
I was forced to look at Damon. What is he saying? His voice was serious.
"Huh?" I asked, confused, not knowing what he was talking about.
"He has slept with many women. Don't talk to him, hon, his cock is small."
My eyes widened. “Damon!” I scolded him. What is he saying?
"Don't talk to Lavigne like that, hon." Even though I couldn't see his face, I knew he was pouting.
"I'm jealous, Roseana. If I lose my temper, I might get you pregnant."