DAMIEN
I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t even bring myself to touch her.
Ruby sat beside me on the edge of that cheap bed, the low light painting her skin gold. She smelled like vanilla and whiskey, a combination that should’ve done something for me, but it didn’t. Her fingers traced my arm, light and practiced, her lips curling into a soft smile as she leaned closer.
But I felt nothing.
Not a spark, not a pull—nothing close to what Macey made me feel with just one glance.
I sat there, staring at the wall like a complete i***t, my mind miles away. She said something, something flirtatious and probably rehearsed, but I didn’t even catch it. I was too busy thinking about the way Macey laughed, the way she said my name, and the way she looked at me like she saw through all my bullshit.
