Hailey
As I prepared the cupcake batter, carefully smoothing it out, and cleaned the molds, I could feel Damien's eyes on me.
Judgmental. Bored.
He was holding something back—I could see it in the way his jaw tensed, his fingers drumming against the counter. And I had a feeling I knew exactly what was going through that twisted mind of his.
"Spill it," I said without looking up, pouring the batter into the molds.
Silence.
I glanced over my shoulder, meeting his gaze. "I can tell you've been holding onto it for a while, Damien. So just spill it."
Leaning against the counter, he crossed his arms, muscles flexing beneath his fitted tee. My eyes betrayed me, flicking down before I caught myself.
"This." He gestured lazily at the batter, then scoffed. "It's f*****g stupid."
My jaw drop
