Carolyn’s Point of View
I’d left Damian’s house ten minutes ago and was now turning onto the backroads as I made my way home, yet I still couldn’t get that moment we’d shared on the rink tonight out of my head. Something had changed in those seconds that passed between the two of us, our eyes locked together in unison. I knew it, and he knew, but neither of us would be the first to admit it.
I couldn’t help but feel that he had been rushing me out of the house today, desperate to put some space between us before one of us totally screwed things up again and did something stupid. Not that I could blame him though, it had seemed that the two of us had been on fragile ground for the past week or so. I thought back to that time on the ice though. Damian was definitely right, everything was c
