“It’s me, don’t freak out,” Damien said.
Amelia's eyes widened. “Da-Damien? What are you doing here?”
He walked up to her. “The lock on my door’s busted. Can I crash here tonight?”
“Uh… I guess?” Amelia scratched her head. That was weird. Rich neighborhoods like Taylor Residence weren’t supposed to have locks that went out that easily, right?
Damien's expression instantly cooled. His tone was flat. “If it’s a problem, I’ll leave right now.”
Amelia: “…” Wow, that’s your version of ‘not forcing me’?
“Of course it’s fine. Why don’t you hit the shower first?” she said with an awkward smile. Like she had a choice—say no and deal with the aftermath? No thanks.
Damien nodded slightly without another word and headed straight for the bathroom.
Minutes later, another unexpe
