Lena sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers trembling as they toyed with the edge of the soft silk sheets. Her mind was a mess of emotions, tangled like the threads of her thoughts. The conversation she’d had with Damian the day before still echoed in her mind, louder than ever. His coldness had pierced deeper than she wanted to admit. Every time she thought about it, she felt the sting again—the brutal rejection that had followed her every attempt to break down his walls.
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, a reminder of the distance between them, the barrier Damian had carefully erected and held steady since the beginning of their arrangement. The screen lit up with his name, but Lena didn’t pick it up. She couldn’t. She had tried too many times already to make him see her—see them—but
