Winter's POV
I walked into Damon’s house the next day with a mix of dread and uncertainty. I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to face him after the conversation we had last night. After everything we’d said, and more importantly, everything we hadn’t said. There was a distance between us now, an invisible line that neither of us seemed willing to cross. And I wasn’t sure if I could.
The door was slightly ajar, and I pushed it open, stepping inside. The smell of coffee lingered in the air, familiar and comforting. But today, the scent felt like a barrier between us, a reminder of the tension that still hung heavy in the space.
Damon was in the living room, pacing back and forth. His movements were quick, almost frantic, like he was trying to burn off some excess energy, or maybe working ou
