Damon POV
The first person I talked to about what happened with Kalilah was Caden, but he was the one who asked me about it first.
“You told her?” Caden asked, squinting at me like I’d grown a second head.
“I did,” I said.
He blinked. “With actual words? Out loud?”
“Yes, jackass. I used my mouth. Formed syllables. Spoke to them.”
He let out a low whistle. “Holy s**t. And?”
“She said it first.”
His mouth dropped open. “What? She beat you to it?”
I shrugged. “Didn’t see it coming.”
“Yeah, no s**t. She’s been acting like she’d rather wrestle a porcupine than talk about feelings.”
“And yet… she told me.”
“And you didn’t faint?”
“Almost.”
Caden grinned. “I feel like I should throw a party.”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Oh, come on,” he said. “I’ve been waiting for this. I deserve confetti
