Chapter 44
- I realized I’d been crying in Damien’s arms for nearly half an hour. It hit me this was the first time in five years, not counting scenes I’d had to cry for filming, that I’d let myself break down like this. The shock of it all still weighed heavy in my chest.
- Embarrassed, I pulled back slightly and whispered, “Sorry… I dirtied your shirt.”
- A slow smile curved on his lips. “It’s an honor for my shirt,” he said softly.