Vanessa
I rushed out of the bathroom and dived for my phone. I was too late though, and I saw that it was Damon. I had missed three calls. I threw my phone back on the bed and finished towel-drying my body. As soon as I had gotten home, I had eaten some leftovers and then taken a shower. Damon just had bad timing. However, as I slipped on a pair of pjs and my phone started ringing again, I frowned. Why was he so adamant to talk to me? A sinking feeling hit me that maybe Molly had told him about our fight. I didn’t feel like dealing with that, but I couldn’t exactly ignore his calls either. With a big sigh, I picked up my phone and answered his call.
“Vanessa? Thank you. For a minute there, I thought you’d never answer,” Damon said in greeting. He sounded panicked and a small part of me f
