ANASTASIA

"How about another drink?" I suggested with a grin on my face, calling a waiter over.

I tried to keep my attention on the waiter who came serving us our drinks, but someone's annoying presence wouldn't let me be.

Where I sat, leaning against my seat, I directed my gaze at Damian, who sat opposite my seat, stealing glances right at me.

His lip curled to the side, as he faked an itch on his neck, purposely sliding his hand down the skin of his neck to his chest, sending me a wink.

He ...