As I sat at my desk the next morning, my thoughts were a jumbled mess. The previous night with Damon kept playing in my head on a loop. His words, the intensity in his eyes, the way his voice wavered—it was all so confusing, and yet, a thrill I couldn’t deny coursed through me every time I remembered it.
I wasn’t sure how to face him today. Part of me wanted to march into his office and demand clarity, while another part wanted to hide in the supply closet until the weekend. But, of course, life had other plans.
A sharp knock on my desk pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up to find Liam standing there, grinning like he hadn’t a care in the world.
“Morning, sunshine,” he said, holding out a coffee cup. “Thought you could use a pick-me-up.”
“Liam,” I said, taking the cup with a grate
