I was halfway through the last question on my mathematics homework when a faint sound broke through the quiet.
A soft thunk, like something brushing against my window.
I froze, my pen hovering over the page. My first instinct was to tell myself it was the wind, but… I knew that sound.
My heart tripped over itself as I looked up.
And there he was.
Damian.
He was crouched just outside, his hand still resting on the frame he’d pushed open. His dark hair was damp, little drops catching the glow from my desk lamp like tiny beads of glass. He’d obviously showered not long ago, his skin had that freshly-warmed look, like he’d just stepped out of steam.
I pushed my chair back so fast it bumped the desk, and before I could say anything, he was already swinging himself inside with the kind of
