Lila
The shirt shouldn’t have meant anything. Just a piece of soft black fabric folded into the corner of my drawer. Just a borrowed item, returned by mistake. That’s what I told myself when I found it again that morning, tucked beneath a clean blouse.
But it still carried his scent. And now it was a problem.
Rumors had already been festering since the night Damon caught me half-naked in the changing room and gave me that shirt to wear. I should’ve made sure it found its way back to him. Burned it, maybe.
Anything but let it linger like a dirty little secret.
I hadn’t worn it again, not really. But I hadn’t gotten rid of it either. And now, apparently, someone had seen it.
Because as I stepped into the training area that morning, the air was thick with tension that had nothing to
