ValerieWhatever quiet, cohabitation-ish thing they’d had going on that day didn’t last. Valerie didn’t know why he had given her a mug cake. Maybe it was poisoned. There was no reason for him to poison her, and it smelled so good. So she ate it. And maybe that meant that he would think she owed him something, but it probably didn’t. Every relationship – especially platonic ones, because that’s what this unfortunately was – didn’t have to have strings attached to it, did it? No.
She wasn’t sure why he’d walked off into the kitchen after seeing her. Maybe he didn’t even want to be around her. What he’d made her was so nice, but he hadn’t needed to do that, and then he’d disappeared.
God.
There was seriously nothing to do here.
The only thing there was, was Damon.
But she couldn’t do him
