Damien laughed, a cold sound that didn’t change the glassy look of his eyes. “Right. Friends that fuck.”
“Shut the hell up! I’ve had it. Every night since you came back, you’ve found a reason to fight with me. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Yes, you’re the saint who must put up with my tantrums, aren’t you? What would you do, huh? How would you react if you came home to find me sprawled all over someone else?”
“You’re exaggerating.” I rubbed my forehead, feeling the first tendrils of a migraine.
Damien snorted again and threw his hands in the air. “How on Earth am I exaggerating? Can you at least think back to how you two were when I got here?”
I sighed and massaged my eyes with the heels of my hands, pressing harder than I should have. “I wasn’t f*****g him or kissing him, or even touchi
