Cheryl’s POV
"I need you to move out."
Damon’s words knocked the wind out of me. I blinked, half-expecting him to take it back, to laugh and say he was joking, but his expression remained set in stone. He wasn’t joking. My stomach twisted uncomfortably, a mix of shock and... something else.
I folded my arms, forcing a scoff. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he said, his voice firmer this time. “You need to move out, Cheryl.”
I shook my head, laughing dryly. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m very serious.”
I searched his face for any trace of doubt, any sign that he was just being dramatic because he’d walked in on me and Aiden looking like we were about to—God, we really almost kissed, didn’t we? I mentally shook the thought away and focused on Damon’s clenched jaw, the way his hands curled
