Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

My eyes widen and I sit there like a gaping fish.

"W-what?" I manage to splutter out.

Never had I thought I would hear those words, especially from him.

Damien sits there, perfectly casual as if he didn't say what he did.

"We need to familiarize ourselves with each other’’ He murmurs as he too leans forward.

"We were."I say indignantly, "When I was telling you about myself.

That's classed as familiarizing ourselves with one another.’ My emotions range from annoyance to bewilderment and admittedly to excitement.

I mentally scold myself at the last one.

What kind of person am I? A person that has eyes.

My subconscious adds in snarkily.

Damien leans even further if possible, "that is a different kind of familiarity.Do you not agree?"

Do I? I swallow nervously.

Who knows where this can go? Damien is an unpredictable man, anything can happen with him.

But Damien.

He's like a blank canvas.

A blank canvas that doesn't want to be filled, with whatever it may be.

I realise all I've been doing is staring at him, barely blinking, like an idiot.

Clearing my throat, I find myself answering him.

"I do, sort of.You want us to feel comfortable around one another, so that we don't seem out of place— if you will- in public.We need to be relaxed and to not tense up at one another's touch." I finish.

I do get the gist of what Damien's saying.

It just took me a while to turn my mind in another direction and well not wherever it was before, which was down in the gutter.

It also makes a lot of sense.

If either of us seems uncomfortable in public just by being around the other in question, it'll be sure to grant us weird looks.

I, however, didn't think Damien would come up with the suggestion.

"Precisely.Damien says as he stands up.I feel immensely awkward as I glance at his figure towering over me

do we

I find myself asking.

grope one another? I

my slightly red cheeks and surprisingly

have to go out now anyways, to your fathers company.’ My good mood immediately gets shot down and I have to force myself

his head, "Your father will

out

Thank goodness for that.

comes into the room holding another stack full of files, so

can hear him

the

he takes a careful step forward, not

few minutes,

sounding proud of doing

onto Damien's already cluttered desk, Max straightens

immediately as it is important and so

Max says, sounding pleased.

"Take care of whatever calls

I have to be on

drops open as he looks from

sir’’

The poor guy.

Serena.’ Damien says as he motions

"Bye Max."

whether I

at my fathers

knows with Damien? Damien abruptly turns to me as I say

him in confusion, only for him to reach

doing? I get my answer as Damien's large, cold hand

to

hands, my eyes darting

"Bye Ms.Mclane."

Max answers, smiling.

"Please just Serena".

Damien tugs me out

he looks at the both of

was that about? "Are we running

due to the fast speed we are currently walking

We're practically sprinting.

"You could say that"

He answers tersely.

fast, this obviously entailed to me doing so

intertwined hands, especially the ring now

I get butterflies in my stomach and I start to feel

my head

to outright staring by

again, I find myself stepping closer to

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