Olivia’s POV
For a long second, neither of us moved. We just looked at each other, and my finger was still on Damien’s lip.
Then, with a growing dread and a sinking feeling of realization, I snapped my hand away and treated in terror. I tripping in my haste, and fell down on my backside. Still, I scurried away until my back was up against the wall. I didn’t even try to stand.
“I didn’t mean to!” I said quickly.
Damien rolled off the bed and stood. He motioned for me to stand, and I hurried to, not wanting to make him even angrier.
“I wasn’t actually asleep,” he said, somewhat lightly. He wasn’t smiling but he didn’t seem as ice cold as usual. Was he even really mad? “I noticed you when you came in. I decided to pretend to be asleep, curious what you would do.”
As I looked at him, my
