leedamienâ!
he feels like a deer caught in the headlights, as if kit can see right through his steely expression and pick at his growing web of nerves. âoh.â damien doesnât want to say itâs lust when he drags his eyes over powder dusted cheekbones, fondness maybe, curiosity maybe. âuhâ to carina bay? since yâknowâ youâre new. or like to new experiences.â
the latter implies something that damien isnât sure heâs willing to even consider.
  kitâs airy demeanor and coquettish mannerisms may paint a picture of him on the outside but, on the inside, heâs calculating and cataloging every glance, every response, every inadvertent gesture he can get out of damien. itâs something he does without thinking; at one point, picking apart the wants and whims of strangers had been his literal job, after all.Â
  â iâm new, â kit repeats with a giggle, pressing painted lips to the side of his own glass just to leave a smudged mark, â does that make me one of your new experiences, hm? â again, it sounds worse than he means it too but he likes the insinuation. his forwardness tends to lead to fun.









