[Rosie's POV]
However, when he noticed the scars without me telling him, I knew right there that he truly cares.
Not even Damien noticed it, even when I wanted to ask the very question Harry was asking now.
I melted completely, wanting to stay this way, or fall into his arms but then, I didn't want to stir up any feelings.
If I were asked why I chose to stay with Damien... It's because of Harry.
To bury the emotions, to hide the fact that I wanted him but kept telling myself that he deserves better.
Perhaps, I think Damien was just someone I needed to kill these emotions and believe in the fact that there's no love.
The anger in his eyes, like he'd burn whosoever did this to me. His heavy breath and that concern look every time he sees me in pain.
"I'm here to talk about that," I whispered, wanting to break out of his hold, but he wasn't letting go.
"Speak now, Rosie," he snaps as his eyes narrow at me.
