Damon's POV
I couldn't care less about appearing like a primitive brute when the little one started complaining about my overprotectiveness—I simply hoisted her over my shoulder and began walking. There was no way I'd leave her alone, nor would I miss this opportunity to have her close. I was accomplishing two goals at once, and she wasn't going to dampen my spirits.
As we approached my house, I could sense Maya becoming increasingly tense beside me. Was she planning to reject me? I hadn't prepared myself for that possibility.
Upon arriving home, I gave Maya a tour. In the bedroom, I placed her belongings in the closet, showing her the space I'd reserved for her. Only then did she break her silence.
"There are three bedrooms here," Maya pointed out, stating the obvious while I looked at her, perplexed.
"And your point is?" I asked, confused. I watched her sigh and return to the bedroom, fidgeting with her hands. I followed and sat on the bed, waiting for her to explain.
