Early in the morning, I texted him an apology and waited for his reply, but he didn't respond. I assumed he was asleep in the car. I woke up, made him an americano, and knocked on his car window, but there was no response.
I tried to peek inside but couldn't see a thing. Then I felt his presence behind me and I smiled. He rested his chin on my shoulder and hugged me from behind. This time, I didn't wiggle away. I felt comfortable and safe. He turned me around to face him.
I hesitated slightly.
"Damon, I…. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have been so… so rude. You were just trying to help me," I apologized, lowering my head. I felt guilty, but he hugged me and kissed my temple.
I gave him the americano I had made for him. He was astonished, and I giggled.
"How do you know I love americano an
