Kayla
"So, have you decided?" Damien asked.
He made it sound like we were choosing a font for a PowerPoint slide. He pushed a breakfast sandwich and a steaming cup of coffee toward me. I stared at the food. My stomach gave a loud, traitorous growl. I hadn't eaten a thing since yesterday, and taking a sandwich from him wouldn't kill me.
Damien took a bite of his own food and watched me. "See? It isn’t poisoned."
"Look," I said, unwrapping the sandwich with shaking hands. "This is a lot to take in. I need time."
"How much time?" he asked.
"I don't know! It feels like I’m about to sign my entire life over to you." I took a sip of the coffee. It was perfect—exactly how I liked it. I looked him in the eye and added, "And for the record, I don't want your money."
"I know you don't," he sa
