Serena
Damien didn't talk to me through out. He didn't even engage in my jabs and unsuccessful attempts at small talk. He became so cold that I began to wondered if the other day of endless passion was a dream.
Did I imagine it? Or had Damien actually been with me in the same room—doing ungodly things to my body and edging me closer and closer to my release?
We sat in silence on our ride back to Ardoria. Two days after our passionate moment and him walking out on me without any explanation, we were finally on our way back home.
Damien was going to be staying with us to make the planning process easier.
I turned my face to where he sat. The distance between the two of us was far enough but it felt like he was breathing down my neck. I wanted to reach out and ask him what exactly it was that made him suddenly so mad but before I could muster the courage, his phone rang.
