Chapter 18

I looked around the villa, finally finding Damien in the master bedroom on the second floor. He reeked of alcohol as he slumped by the bed. He held a bottle of wine, and a photo frame lay in his arms. Half his shirt buttons were undone, and his broad chest was exposed. I reached out to take the wine bottle. He let me take it away. However, when I reached for the photo frame, he opened his eyes and stared at me. He looked slightly lost from the drunkenness. "Don't touch this," he said huskily. That piqued my curiosity. I smiled and asked, "Can you show me what it is?" "No." His eyes flashed. I stopped pushing him when I saw how stubborn he was being. Instead, I helped him to his feet before making him lie on the bed. I took his shoes off and went to get him a glass of water. As he drank the water, I flipped the photo frame over—it was the photo of me kissing his cheek. Why had he acted like it was such a precious thing? "Why did you have so much to drink, Damien? Why get yourself