Page 54 of Unsure in Love

Right?”

His lips lifted into a smile. “Nothing about us is normal.”

He had a point.

“And that’s the appeal,” he added.

As if under compulsion, I leaned closer, silently begging him to kiss me. To my disappointment, he pulled away. “If I’d given you your gift before lunch, the conversation about my attraction to you would have been avoided.”

“What gift?”

He got up. “Give me a minute.”

I watched him disappear inside. A minute later, he returned, carrying the little shopping bag he’d arrived with earlier. I’d completely forgotten about it. Damian approached me with a smile. “I brought you something, although it's probably more of a gift for me.”

I gazed at the bag he handed me dubiously.

“Take a look,” he encouraged.

Glancing at him, I peeped into the shopping bag. My laughter bounced off the brick walls surrounding the terrace. “Oh, my gosh.”

I took out the tiniest white bikini I’d ever seen. The small triangles that made up the bra would probably only cover my areolas, and the bottom left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

I looked at Damian with amusement.

He shrugged and gave me a sheepish grin. “You said you didn’t have a swimsuit.”

“I don’t even think these scraps of material can rightfully be called a swimsuit.”

“Like I said, it’s more of a gift for me. I got the skimpiest one I could find.” His devilish smirk made me roll my eyes.

I would never admit it before, but it felt good to be desired, especially by him.

“I might as well go swimming naked,” I said, holding up the white scraps with raised eyebrows.

“That can work too,” Damian said too eagerly.

I snickered. “I bet.”

“My plan was to get you out of the bikini eventually anyway.”

Pursing my lips, I felt heat seep into my cheeks.

“Why don’t you try it on?” he asked.

Before we had the conversation about his still-present attraction, I probably would have balked at the idea of putting my changing body on display in sexy swimwear. Now, I anticipated his reaction.

Grinning, I got up. “Only if you’re going to join me for a swim. I want to enjoy the pool.”

And hopefully him…

* * *

I felt Damian’s eyes on me the entire time I did lazy strokes across the rectangular pool. He stood at the shallow end, arms resting on the edge, watching me. I stole glances at him too. Damian in swim trunks was a hell of a distraction. His wet skin gleamed under the sun, accentuating his biceps, chest, and rippling abs. He looked like a model on the cover of one of those men’s fitness magazines. Absolutely drool-worthy…

I was out of breath, even though it was more from the sight of him than from swimming, so I stopped. “You haven’t done much swimming,” I noted.

His eyebrows hiked up. “I’m too busy,” his gaze raked over my torso, “enjoying the view.”

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