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And then seeing him with Luna – oh, my heart hadn’t quite been prepared for that sight. As he sat there playing tea party with her, I couldn’t help the feelings blooming inside of me. Each time he spoke to Luna with that ridiculous English accent, or when he called me beautiful, it was like time had never passed. It was like this had just always been us.
In just one day, Damian found a way to ease a lot of my fears and anxieties about him. He really hadn’t changed all that much in the last five years. Sure, his wardrobe and cars were more expensive, but deep down, he was still the warm, friendly, goofy guy who was down for any adventure.
The Damian I had fallen in love with all those years ago was still here.
It was only right that when we finally had some time for ourselves, my body was already seeking his. Sure, it may have been reckless to ask him to spend the night, but I couldn't help it. I immediately found my hands pulling him to my small bedroom.
His lips were moving against mine as his hands made quick work of my shorts and tank top. I was also quickly removing his jeans and T-shirt. We were both driven by need and desire. Before I knew it, he’d carried me to my bed without breaking our kiss.
He set me down gently, and ran his hands through my hair and then moved on. He skimmed my collarbone, caressed the shape of my breasts, and moved down my belly.
Nothing needed to be said. Our bodies were doing all the talking for us. I could feel his yearning for me with the way he deepened the kiss, like he couldn’t get enough of me. I felt his wanting when the muscles of his back jumped under my touch. His mischief was on full display when he found that perfect spot between my thighs. My body arched, approving waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
He dipped his head and teased one nipple with his tongue, a silent moan escaping my kiss-swollen lips. I dug my fingernails lightly into his biceps, urging him on, telling him I wanted more.
He moved over me, pressing himself against my entrance, finding me ready and waiting. My body practically thrummed with anticipation.
Slowly, he pushed into me, I pulled him closer and whispered in his ear all the things I wanted him to do to me. With each quick movement of his hips against mine, he showed me how much he missed me. I heard the millions of words that we had yet to say to each other as my body flushed with pleasure, moving higher and higher.
I heard how much we belonged together, even if we had been separated by time and circumstances, as with one last, long kiss, we both collapsed in pleasure, drunk on each other. This was a night we were always going to remember.
This was a night wheneverythingchanged.
In the next week, Luna and I spent three wonderful “dates” with Damian. She didn’t question why we were spending so much time with him, thankfully. And for Damian’s part, he was amazing at figuring out how to spend time together without being spotted. He was clearly experienced at not being found and keeping a low profile when he wanted to stay out of the spotlight.
Damian was also relentless in the studio, writing and recording song after song. He seemed to be in an amazingly creative zone, and it peaked after he spent time with Luna.
I was happy that this sudden change in his life had a positive effect on his work and his life perspective, and I was even more elated to see Luna having so much fun with Damian.
We hadn’t told Luna the truth yet, but I was confident that we were getting to a place where we could. Damian and I both agreed that we wanted to figure out how we could tell her without letting Damian’s star status completely blow up her life. He wanted her to have everything, of course, but he didn’t want her to be thrust into the spotlight.
But Luna was having a great time forcing Damian to play whatever games she wanted. And he was a great sport, always playing until she was done.
“Mommy, come on! Comeon! I want to see Mr. Lazy Nice Guy!” Luna was pulling on my hand as we walked down the hallway going to the recording studio. It was a bring-your-child-to-work day. Human Resources had planned a couple of these days during the summer, citing work-life balance and all of those HR buzzwords.
“Sweetie, why don’t you call Damian by his actual name?” I asked though I was particularly still amused at her nickname for him. Damian let it roll off his back, too. I was sure he was just happy shehada nickname for him.
“But Mommy, it's fun,” Luna pointed out. “Sir Lazy… La-la-la-lazy…” She started singing, and honestly, I knew there was no point in trying to argue with her. Four-year-olds could talk for hours and hours, and I wasn’t going to waste my breath when there was zero chance of her changing her ways.
"Well, make sure you don't use this name in front of other people, okay?" I suggested.
"Okay, Mommy. I won't. But if I wiggle my eyebrows, you'll know what I'm thinking, right?" Oh, Luna was just too much sometimes.
Eventually, we reached the door to the studio. I knocked twice before slowly opening the door, but Luna was so excited that she pushed to open it faster. When we found ourselves inside, we were witnessing Damian recording a chorus with Jackson completely focused on production.
“And all the words we never got to say, but your touch gives it away,”Damian sang, and I was always so hypnotized by his silky smooth tone. He performed falsettos and vibratos so cleanly and dreamily that it was bound to get anyone’s attention, not to mention his insane vocal range. It was so wide that he was the only person doing all his background vocals. Most people didn’t really get to see this side of his creativity, but I was lucky enough to help him with it this time around.
The song finished, and when Damian looked toward Jackson, he immediately noticed the two of us. Instantaneously, he was on his feet, jogging out of the door of the recording booth. Gently, he knelt down in front of Luna, who was smiling widely after seeing him perform.
“My, we got Princess Luna visiting us today!” Damian greeted, his smile seemingly unerasable. He then looked toward his best friend. “Come and meet Luna, Jackson.”
The producer was visibly confused by the situation, but he still stood up and then knelt alongside Damian to come and meet my daughter.
“Hello there, Luna. I’m Jackson. What a beautiful name you have. How old are you?” Jackson asked warmly.
“Hello, Jackson. I’m four years old. This is my mommy,” she answered politely, and I patted her head as she pulled on my skirt a little because she was starting to feel a bit shy with a new person in the room.
I could see Jackson’s head doing the math. There was no point in trying to hide it from him anymore, and I was just waiting for him to figure it out, and when he eventually did, his eyes widened and he looked at both me and Damian alternatively over and over again.
