Damon
I followed Wren to her bedroom door both of us giddy from the kiss. We walked silently until we got there. I said goodnight before I change my mind and decide she belongs in my bed.
The moment Wren closed her door behind her with that soft, almost apologetic click, silence rushed in. Not the peaceful kind. This was the heavy kind the kind that gnawed, that echoed, that wrapped around your ribs like wire.
I just stood there in the hallway, looking at the door like it might open again. Like she might peek out, read the panic stamped across my features and ask if I was okay.
She wouldn’t. Not because she didn’t care, but because she respected silence more than most. That was the problem. She saw me, even when I didn’t speak.
And right now, I didn’t know what the hell I’d say anywa
