Page 73 of Inked Heart
I glance over at him.Damien Grey looks surprisingly calm for a man who just kissed a girl he’s been quietly crushing on for months.Which is mildly suspicious.
“You’re very composed,” I say.
“I’m panicking internally.”
“Ah.That’s comforting.”
He smiles faintly.“You?”
“I’m doing the same thing.”
“Good.”
We sit there for a moment longer while the lake ripples quietly beneath the dock.A breeze lifts the loose strands of hair around my face and the silence doesn’t feel awkward at all.It feels peaceful.Which is new.
Because with Emette, silence always felt like something waiting to explode.Like the quiet before a storm.
With Damien it just feels like quiet and I didn’t realize how much I missed that until now.
“You’re thinking again,” he says.
“How can you tell?”
“You do this thing where your eyebrows pull together.”
I frown deliberately.“Like this?”
“Yes.”
“That’s rude.”
“It’s observant.”
I laugh softly. “You notice everything.”
“It’s a curse.”He says it like he’s actually put out.
“Or a talent.”
“Depends on the situation.”
I swing my feet slightly over the edge of the dock, watching the sunlight dance across the surface of the water.
“Today was nice,” I say.
“Yeah.Really nice.”
“Good.”I glance at him again.“You know what the weirdest part is?”
“What?”
“I thought today was going to be terrible.”
“Because of last night?”
“Yes.But it wasn’t.”
“That’s good.”
