He just stared at me from the floor, still curled slightly forward with both hands guarding his very injured pride.
He was so still that even the air felt like it was holding its breath. The silence coming from him felt heavier than anything he could have said, and the weight of it pressed down on my chest until I began to wonder if I had broken more than just his pride.
Damon never stayed silent unless he was genuinely upset, and the twist in my stomach grew tighter with every second that passed without a word from him.
I lowered myself beside him slowly, careful not to touch him too quickly because I knew how ridiculous that kick had been. I reached out and placed my hand gently on his arm even though he did not look ready to be touched.
