“Painful. I didn’t want to wake you, so I endured it but now you know,” he grunts as he turns around into a lying position.
Mortified, I thanked the Gods above that the lights were off so that he could not see my embarrassed look. Damian seems unbothered as he pulls the quilt over himself and mutters, “The A.C is too low.”
Endured? He was in pain because he didn’t want to disturb my sleep? Had it been reversed, I’d have kicked him onto the floor or something. He never is short in amazing me and I lie on the edge of the bed.
That night I spent hours waking trapped in my own thoughts about Damian’s family. There is nothing I could do to help him and it bothers me- more than it should have. I think of his elder sister that he was searching for. The younger one he’s trying to protect but wh
