"I still don't like the baby." Damon removed my hands from his cheeks. "I like daddy, call me daddy."
"Hmm… really?" I pulled him closer into a hug, my face pressing against his chest. My hand travelled south, his body tensed in anticipation.
"What are you doing?" He whispered in a hoarse voice.
"Making daddy happy," I said with a little tease. My hands continued exploring his body, wandering from south to south-east, exploring his backside. I felt something metallic inside his pocket.
"What… what are you doing…"
"AAAHHAA!"
I shouted the moment I removed the metal from his pocket, holding it to his face like I had won the biggest battle ever.
My eyes widened from the excitement of finding his little secret, but they became wider the moment I realized what it was. I blinked slowly, trying to comprehend what it was, or if my eyes were playing tricks on me.
My jaw dropped, I glanced at Damon and back to the ring, again and again, until my neck hurt.
