Lisa's POV
I fumbled with my phone, scrolling through pamphlet designs and gaining insights. All while staring at the front door the entire time.
‘This is why I need games on my phone.’ I sighed.
“Good to have you home, Mr. Damon,” I said as I heard the front door open and close behind him.
He stepped in, and — oh.
He was… covered in blood, sweat, dirt, and something that might’ve been oil…?
I didn’t even want to know.
Damon blinked at me with that same unbothered calm like he’d just come back from a jog instead of what looked like a murder scene. No, a trip to the s*******r.
“Mhmm. Thank you,” he murmured, voice deep and steady.
I stared. “Are… you… okay?”
He glanced down at himself like he was only just realizing the state he was in. “Oh. Forgot about that.”
How do you forget
