His question hung in the air like a weight I couldn’t lift.
“Are you guys that close to share such intimate moments with each other?”
I blinked, unsure I’d even heard him right. The way he said it, so calm, so deliberate, made it sound like a casual inquiry, but the edge beneath the words said otherwise.
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My throat had closed up before I could even think of a reply. Instead, I lowered my gaze, pretending to scribble something on my notebook, though my hand wasn’t moving. I could feel the heat creeping up my neck, the silence stretching between us until it became unbearable.
For a long while, Damian said nothing either. Only the soft scratching of his pen and the faint ticking of the clock filled the room. The air seemed heavier now, thick with something unsa
