Winter's POV
The moment I stepped into Damon’s living room, I could feel the shift. The tension had been growing between us, something unspoken, simmering under the surface, but today it was different. I wasn’t sure if it was the silence that lingered longer than usual or the way Damon kept glancing at me from across the room, his eyes heavy with something I couldn’t decipher. It was as if I had unknowingly walked into a storm, and I wasn’t sure how long it would take for it to break.
Damon had been quiet since I arrived, his usual banter replaced by an almost uncomfortable stillness. He had already been working out on the stationary bike when I arrived, but even then, I could sense something was off. His movements were sharper, more focused, like he was trying to distract himself from s
