Chapter 12 Kiss

• Their eyes were on us as soon as Damon and I stepped into the dining room. It seems that they just saw their ghosts, shock is undeniably written on their faces. Even Mrs. Sylvestre, Damon's mother pauses from placing the roasted chicken in the middle of the dining table. They were all stunned and that's what I am actually expecting.
• Damon's hand finds mine and holds it tightly, squeezing it, to be precise. I looked him up since his taller than me and he just gave me a thin smile.
• We heard a couple of coughs, meant to clear the silence that engulfed the room. Mr. Sylvestre, Damon's father, drew in our place. And as the man took his steps towards us, I was holding my breath. I have seen Mr. Sylvestre before but rarely. I think I have seen him a couple of times or thrice and in very short periods since he's always busy with work and always out of the country. And yeah, seeing him right now made me so tense. It's like I just wanted the ground to eat me alive so I'll be gone from their sight.