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She stares at him. What else can she do? Those eyes hold a secret and, as much as she doesn't want to admit it, she knows there are probably quite a few of them hiding there. She doesn't want to ask though. The thought alone seems to make her itch but she can't deny that, as much as she doesn't want to know, she feels like she needs to know.
"You haven't said a word all evening."
"I-I haven't?"
Her laugh sparks his laugh and it feels like it's the first time all night that she's not looking at him as she directs her gaze to the sun setting in the distance.
"It's unlike me not to have a word to say," she muses after a moment of silence.
He grins, lacing an arm around her waist, "I was going to say the same thing."
His tone is teasing but she doesn't mind one bit. It's been almost two months and her thoughts are finally catching up to the charade she's been playing. She isn't even sure what she wants out of him but, for some reason, it doesn't feel all that wrong to be at his side.
"All that wrong."
"Not entirely."
Phrases like that passing through her synapses keep her abreast that something like this, whatever this is with Damian won't last; there's something hovering over them, around them, that makes everything about their connection wrong. That doesn't change the fact that she would like this to last just a little longer. It feels nice to feel...well, normal for a little bit. This is probably what Arkham had in mind of her turning out to be, although she probably would have been fine just like this had she never ended up there in the first place. It hadn't even been her. It had been that stupid redhead going around calling herself The Chemist that had gotten her in the wrong light with the law. It wasn't her fault she was immune to poisons, and many other chemical compounds at that. It was genetic. Not to mention, she'd grown up with Ivan, so if that was really his toxins that had been in the air at that lab that one night, it was no wonder that she was able to escape. Ivan and Eva were her friends growing up, her cousins really. There was no way that she couldn't be immune to whatever toxins, gases, and the like they released.
"You seem to have something on your mind," Damian's voice hummed in her ear, his hands brushing over her hip in a manner she assumed was to be soothing.
"How could I not? I'm at the home of my boss, standing on a terrace with his arm around me," she laughs off her thoughts as she turns to face him, hands fixing the collar of the shirt he's wearing even though it isn't necessary, "I think anyone in my place would have a lot on their mind."
His hand feels large and warm as it caresses her cheek, his words teasing again, "Neither my father or the twins seem to be in an uproar about it."
"Maybe they're just elated that you've finally brought a girl home for the first time."
"That might be right. I'm apparently not much of a socialite for any of them."
"Good thing I get to change that for a bit. Keep them off your back," she smiles at him, easily teasing him in return.
"Good thing," he smirks.
Damian leans in a bit as if going to kiss her before the twins are interrupting, clearing their throats.
"Dinner's ready, Damian," Mason speaks up with a wide smirk.
Addison's smile mirrors his brother's, "You really should find a more private room if you intend to commence with such behavior."
She notices his face going a bit red and tries not to laugh, making her way over to the twins, "Did you think I was going to let him just kiss me like that? We haven't even eaten yet."
She glances over her shoulder, blonde hair swaying as she does so. His heart skips a beat at her expression but he won't admit to that.
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