Hated You Over And Over

Cain.

"Do you want to dance, Mr?" A guy asks him, coming in between us and he takes his eyes away. He stretches his hand out, indicating he accepts the invite and disappears with the blond. I regain my mental balance only when he's out of sight and that leaves me space to breathe. He didn't just indirectly say he likes me, did he? Of course, no. He dares not say that. We used to be and are nothing but rivals and childhood enemies.

I spend more minutes at the party and find myself a good mate for the night. I dance with the dark eyed bald guy for a while before taking him to my room.

After the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and leave the room while drying my hair with another towel. I find Damien in the room, bare with only shorts on. He readily turns to look at me after perceiving my presence and shamelessly rakes my body. His eyes glow, widely opened as if from too much excitement that it soon grows into a feeling of nervousness. That gives off a weird vibe that leaves a bad