Damien chuckled, the sound low and rough. He rubbed a hand over his face, as though trying to gather himself. "What's the plan, Luna?" he asked. "Seduce me?"
"Yes." Luna answered.
Damien stared at her, eyes shadowed with a thousand things unsaid.
"And then what?" he asked.
Luna stepped closer, a sigh trembling from her chest. "I don't know…I hate what we've become."
He laughed. "So, all it takes was to stop being a love-sick puppy for you to truly see me?" He tilted his head slightly, sarcasm lacing every word. "You really think sex can fix everything?"
She arched a brow, folding her arms under her chest, unfazed. "That's what my marriage instructor told me." A teasing smirk danced across her lips.
"I'm not doing this with you."
"You are, though," Luna said quietly.
He paused.
She took that as permission and stepped even closer. "I love you, Damien…It may have taken this distance between us for me to realise it and I am sorry, but I do."
