Damon
It had been two days since the kiss. One since I decided to let fear win.
I stood by my decision. I had to. There was no other choice.
Emotions were dangerous, and Wren....she was dangerous.
She froze when she saw me coming down the stairs that morning, her eyes catching mine before darting away. Her cheeks flushed that same rosy pink I’d kissed just two nights ago. I shoved the memory aside, stomped it down like wildfire threatening to spread.
"Damon..." she started softly, that same uncertain tenderness that once pulled me in.
"Liam’s doctor called." My voice was clipped, sterile. Like a scalpel slicing through the moment. "He needs a follow-up for the wrist. I’ll take him."
Her smile faltered, just slightly. "Oh. I can..."
"I’ve got it." I brushed past her, letting my shou
