By the time we reached the side of the yard, I didn’t stop walking until the house was far enough behind us that Taylor couldn’t hear a single thing. My hand was still wrapped around Damian’s wrist, and he didn’t pull away, not even once. He followed me without complaint, footsteps crunching lightly behind mine, like he already knew something was coming.
When I finally stopped, I dropped his wrist like it burned me.
He blinked, then gave me a smile that was way too casual for the storm brewing in my chest.
“So,” he said lightly, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “you gonna tell me why you dragged me all the way out here? Not that I mind the enthusiasm…”
“Don’t,” I snapped.
The smile slipped right off his face.
I sucked in a shaky breath, pressing my hands against my hair, my foreh
