Page 47 of Inked Heart
That’s all it takes.The tears come harder now.
“I...”My voice breaks and he closes the distance between us in three quick steps.
“Hey,” he repeats gently.His hand lifts like he’s going to touch my face, then stops halfway.Like he’s remembering he doesn’t get to do that.
“I’m fine.”It’s the worst lie I’ve ever told.
His expression softens.“No, you’re not.”
I try to wipe my face but it’s pointless.Everything hurts.My chest.My pride.My heart.
“I saw him,” I whisper.
Damien’s jaw tightens.“Yeah.”
“You knew?”I accuse, knowing it would crush me if he did.
“No.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I followed you.”
That surprises me.“Why?”
“Because you ran out of the house like someone just punched you in the stomach.”
Fair point.
“I’m sorry,” I say weakly.
“For what?”he frowns as he asks the question.
“For ruining your night,” I reply around a sniffle.
“My night wasn’t ruined.”
I laugh bitterly.“Mine was.”
Silence settles between us for a moment before Damien sighs quietly.“Was he inside with someone else?”
I nod.“Yeah.”
His hands curl slightly at his sides.“Who?”
“Amanda.”
Something dark flashes across his face.“Of course it was.”
“You know her?”I ask.
“Small town.”
Right.Everyone knows everyone.I wrap my arms around myself.The night suddenly feels colder.
“I can’t believe I didn’t see it.”
“What?”
