Chapter 60

• I wasn’t blind to the shift in Damien’s attitude toward me. But every time he edged closer, stopping just short of crossing that invisible line between friendship and something more. If I pushed too hard, it would all seem like my imagination spinning out of control. So when he asked a question as ordinary as, “Man or woman?” I played it cool, answering simply, “Male.”
• His eyes darkened just a fraction, unreadable, as he asked, “Are you coming back tonight?”
• The questions were coming faster, heavier. I sensed the tension behind them but kept my tone light, hiding the storm inside. “Not sure yet. I’ll call you later. I should get going upstairs.”