Kayla
“Nothing,” he said at first, then hesitated like he was weighing something heavier than he wanted to admit. The playful expression on Damien Blackwood’s face returned, but it didn’t fully reach his eyes.
“We have an event tomorrow,” he finally said.
An event?
My mind immediately ran in ten different directions. I barely caught myself before I spiraled.
“An event?” I repeated, trying to sound calm. “What kind of event?”
Honestly, after everything these past few days, all I wanted was to curl up in bed, eat ice cream straight from the tub, and disappear into a long, endless series with no responsibilities attached.
“What?” Damien asked suddenly, narrowing his eyes slightly. “Did you just say that out loud?”
I blinked. “No. Nothing.”
He studied me for a moment longer before le
