Damien stared at her. His golden eyes narrowed slightly with a glimmer of amusement.
"Is this a trap?" Damien asked. "Is this the equivalent of asking if I would still love you if you were a worm?"
Aria bit her lower lip, fighting a grin. "Maybe."
Damien leaned forward, his gaze dropping to her mouth before sweeping back up to meet her emerald eyes.
"I would still love you even if you were the fattest worm in the entire world, Aria," Damien stated with deadpan sincerity. He reached out, his thumb gently tracing her jawline. "You would be my pretty, fat worm."
Aria's heart executed a tumbling backflip.
A furious blush exploded across her cheeks. She swooned, leaning into his touch with a soft, melted sigh. "Aww, Damien," she whispered, thoroughly charmed.
He offered a handsome half-smile, his thumb brushing over her lower lip.
"Still," Damien murmured. "You will make yourself sick if you eat that much sugar this late. It is eleven o'clock."
