MELISSA
Nicho was silent, still avoiding my eyes. My patience was wearing thin, and I finally spoke up.
“Nicho!” My voice was sharp, and it made him lift his head.
“You were about to say something,” I reminded him, my tone loud.
His brows furrowed. “I don’t know how to start,” he muttered.
“You don’t need to overthink it. Just start,” I encouraged, trying to hold onto my patience.
He sighed deeply, his eyes finally meeting mine. “Damien and I…” he trailed off, his voice hesitant. “Damien and I…”
His words faded, and I could feel myself teetering on the edge of snapping. Just as I was about to press him further, something strange happened—Nicho’s face lit up, and a smile spread across his lips. Was he messing with me?
Then, he burst out laughing—loud, uncontrollable laughter that ec
