Damian was already downstairs when I came down.
He stood near the couch, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes flicking up as soon as my footsteps touched the last step. There was something quietly expectant in the way he looked at me, like he’d been rehearsing what to say but wasn’t sure how to start.
“I didn’t come with my car,” he said, before I could open my mouth. “So, instead of stressing about it… we could just do the tutor lessons here. In your room.”
The words hit me like an unexpected gust of wind.
In my room.
For a split second, my mind went blank, and then, inevitably, it went straight to Taylor. Knowing how he never exactly feels comfortable around Damian.
I blinked, forcing myself back to the moment. Damian was still waiting for my response, his expression unreadable.
“Uh…
