The next few days blurred together like a soft pink dream mixed with dark shadows. Every morning I woke up in a different hotel room that Damian paid for, and every morning he was there waiting for me with strawberry milk already cold from the fridge. He’d kiss my forehead, check my bruises, and make sure I ate something before driving me to school like it was our normal routine now.
I still couldn’t believe any of this was real.
“Kai, you’re zoning out again,” Damian said softly during lunch on Thursday. He pushed another carton of strawberry milk toward me, his fingers brushing mine on purpose. That little touch sent butterflies exploding in my stomach every single time.
“Sorry,” I whispered, smiling shyly as I poked the straw in. “I just… keep thinking about the kiss. And the roofto
