Chasing the rejected luna’s heart - Chapter 79: Chapter 79

~CLARA~
Letting out a satisfied breath, my eyes fluttered open only to get them shut again immediately the radiating sun hit them, I turned to the darker part of the room and then let my eyes flutter open by itself.
Letting my senses wash off its sleepiness, I tried to turn against the soft bed only to realize I was trapped in between Damon's thick arms.
Right we had both fell asleep last night like this.
caged like I was only his and his alone and nothing on this given earth could ever try to take me away from him.
I let my heart flutter at it.
I slowly turned to face him.
Nothing would ever beat this.
my senses coming to life one by one.
I let myself feel the warmth of Damon's arms around me, and the softness of his embrace, despite his thick and veiny arms.
I could smell His skin and hear the sound of his breathing.
I savored the moment, grateful for the simple pleasures of being close to someone I actually love.
I couldn't help but smile, there was absolutely nothing good as to opening my eyes and taking in the sight of the man I love face.
Even in his sleep He looked charming.
I let my eyes wandered tirelessly on his closed eyes, His thick lashes surrounding his eyes and forming an umbrella under his bottom eyelids was something I wanted to draw in my head even when I am fast asleep.
He looked relaxed in his sleep and it drived me into a deep contentment, pushing me into a comfort of my own.
I nestled closer to him, crazily enjoying the way his body felt on mine and I let my slender fingers run along his biceps. Damon's skin was hard but against my flesh it was like an hour glass sand.
My fingers moved ever so lightly to continue touching him.
I should probably stop myself. But somehow I couldn't.
Damon was truly alluring.
I was lost in the moment there was no denying.
And like a child I moved closer to his heartbeat and listened to it, letting its pattern merge with mine.
But I should stop.
One last look at peaceful Damon, I let my smile— which I didn't know has controlled all muscles in my face drown.
I didn't want to wake him up, I couldn't dare.
So instead I decided to try and find a way to sneakily get out of his grip.
As I moved his thick and strong arms around me, I bit my bottom lips and slowly stretched my body further away from the bed and his grip.
His grip was slowly loosening in on me and I hurried to be freed.
But I was careless and let my body wander too further not realizing he had let his grip falter making me dive straight towards the concrete ground.
Damon's hand suddenly reached for my waist and he caught me falling halfway.
I would have smashed my head open if he was a light sleeper.
"Th-Thanks," I shuddered.
"What were you trying to do?" His voice was thick and commanding like always.
"I didn't want to wake you up" I was honest.
He didn't say much and slowly got on his feet.
"Be careful," He said, it was commanding but I loved how it carried so much care in the world despite its authority.
"I will be," I tried not to smile too much.
The day was brigh as usual, with the scorching sun, which seemed perfect like a day to go out.
I didn't want to bring it up first and my heart immediately made a halt when Damon started to speak.
Like he knew what was being caged in my head.
"The day seems nice" He uttered. "Would you like to go out today"
I slowly got on my feet and started to nod frantically.
"That would be nice," I beamed.
"Great then," He adds. "We can go ring hunting, or whatever do you want?"
"Ring hunting sounds perfect," I nodded, hesitantly raising my fingers to match his view.
"Okay then. I'll wash up first" He looked at me from his broad shoulders and his eyes danced around my body before leaving.
I gulped.
He didn't know what his side glances did to me.
I wouldn't change this moment for anything,
Who would have thought Damon of all men would make me feel this way.
But he should never know he makes me feel this way.
The jitters my body gets when he's near.
That special arousal.
The Damon before would never dare to spend an entire day with me, let alone let me freely choose or do whatever I wanted to.
Now I don't think i regret ever losing my ring at all.
Damon pulled up in his BMW i7 in front of the city's most promising jewelry store. It was big enough to cover an entire town, and was known as BlingsMaker.
Stepping out of the car, I watch as my Damon slipped the key into his pocket and beckoned for me to come over to him.
I got close to him and he leaned down to take over my ear.
"Stay close to me Little devil,"
And I never found him so assuring until now.
My body shivered at his breath and I made sure to stay close to him.
We both walked into the store and as expected we were treated with upmost care and was directed to where we would buy our ring.
The ring counter was charming with all sort of rings that beautified the boxed and handle they laid.
I gasped severally as one of the attendee behind the counter greeted and welcomed us with a big smile. Pulling out more samples for me to see.
"Take your time," I heard Damon grumble and I realized I've been gasping at almost everything for a while now instead of trying to mentally pick one in my head.
"For someone as lovely as you I think the Ancient Marylyn Diamond ring will be perfect on you ma'am" The attendee behind the counter chimed at me and I heard myself scoffing.
I know she's just trying to cajole me into buying the most expensive ring.
"I think I'll go for that one," I pointed and a disappointed look clouded her grin as she pulled a box that held more rings of the kind that I picked.
"You can choose more from these," she beamed.
"No I think I'll—
"Gosh, isn't that Clara?"
An airy but audible whisper caused me to halt and my words to be halted briefly.
"What is she doing here? If I were her I'd be ashamed to show my face In public" another airy whisper followed.
Slowly a lump started to create in my throat, one I knew won't hit anytime soon.
I tried to ignore the voices behind me and focus on getting my ring.
Damon and I should be dwelling in such a fine day. And I shouldn't give in by what nosy people say about me.
"Yeah I'll get the one i picked" My voice was low as I speaked to the attendee.
She nodded.
Clearly hating my choice.
An audible snicker went behind me immediately, and a voice followed.
"And I thought my life was pathetic,"
"Exactly, who would be crazy to stay with the same man who tried to divorce you even after giving him your life?"
"And then you still try to hang around him despite losing the baby you had for him?"
"Losing the baby should have been a warning flag. But I guess some people are just too pathetic and naive to understand anything,"
Immediately My heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. I could feel the pain radiating from my chest, and I couldn't catch my breath.
I was trying to keep it together, but it was like i was falling apart, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was struggling to find the words to describe how I feeling or how to continue my ring hunting, but it was like i was in a black hole of despair. Everything around me seemed to be disappearing, and my view started to get blurry.
But no!
I shouldn't do this!
I couldn't let them walk away with this.
I was not some pathetic woman these crazy people could ridicule.
If their niches was to talk about other people, my sob story was not theirs to fix in their darn mouths.
I turned around instantly and my eyes hit the woman and her friend who seemed like they were here to get matching rings.
Looks like my presence was more exciting than their shopping.
They immediately looked away and cleared their throats like they haven't said anything.
I took a heavy stride toward them, frightening them a bit.
"My life's pathetic?" I scoffed.
They strictly avoided my eyes because my voice was alarming everyone.
"Listen here! My life isn't pathetic. The only thing pathetic about this moment is you heavy mouth breathers and your thirst for my life. I will not stand there and listen to you pathetic things talk about me and my husband."
My voice was loud and authoritative and I loved it.
The ladies suddenly looked ashamed when people started to gawk at them obnoxiously.
"Because as far as I know, Yes I do have a sad sob story. But my resilience is stronger than y our darn words,"
I let my words linger before walking back to Damon, who was now looking at me with a look of approval and proudness.
And immediately I know I did good.