Fallon
I stare at him, lips parted slightly, heart pounding, blood rushing to my face. I try to speak, but no words come out. Probably because I have no idea what to say…
Do I love him? Can I even answer that question? As far as I’ve wired myself to think, I love Damon. How can what I feel for Damon possible compare with what I feel for Flint? It’s so different, and yet here I am, expected to use the same word…
“Dinner’s ready!” Lacey sings from the kitchen.
I look into Flint’s eyes, nervous and afraid—afraid that he’ll be angry or hurt that I’m not saying it back. But I don’t see either of those emotions in his eyes. He looks calm and patient; he’s even smiling.
I start to head in, but he catches me gently by the hand. “Come here,” he says softly, and kisses me again. I melt in his a
