“What’s wrong?” “I’m taking advantage of you.” She admitted, reluctantly. “That sounds promising.” “I’m serious. You were still wrong to steal, but if we were in reality, I would pay my own way. Really. You wouldn’t have to buy me stuff.” Damien’s expression softened. A knuckle brushed back one springy curl as if he couldn’t help himself. “In any reality, I think I would wind-up buying you whatever you wished.”
