Damien walked out of Scarlett's room once he was sure she was asleep, the weight of the night he had just shared with her pressing heavily on his chest.
He ran a hand through his hair, his hand tangling in frustration as the realization of what he had just done dawned on him.
Before walking into that room, he told himself he needed clarity, and now that it was over, he had gotten the clarity he wanted. Now, he felt like s**t.
He entered his room and shut the door quietly, not wanting to wake anyone. Instead of lying down to sleep, he began to pace around his room, his thoughts in a storm.
"What have you done, Damien?" He muttered, his voice barely audible.
Sinking into a chair, Damien leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. "How do I face her tomorrow ?" He
