Chapter 104 Samantha

• SAMANTHA
• As Davon turns to leave, guilt hits me hard—sharp and twisting—followed by confusion. I didn’t ask Sofia to send that fruit basket. She never does anything without checking in first. Something must have made her think it was a good idea. Still, I can’t shake the feeling that it’s my fault. I was the one who mentioned it in the first place, and now everything feels like it’s fallen apart.
• The moment Davon sits down across from me, the whole room feels smaller, tighter. He doesn’t slouch or relax; every part of him is tense, contained power, like a lion deciding whether to pounce. His green eyes lock on mine, and I swear the air between us changes. My throat tightens under the weight of his stare. Looking away would feel like surrender.