CHAPTER 65

Joshua's got a thing for me, I can tell. Maybe young boys were more impressionable, more easily smitten.

Suddenly I felt a pang of guilt. What if Joshua's feelings for me deepen? What would I do then? I asked myself. I didn't fancy his pursuit, nor could I reciprocate the way he wanted. I just wanted to use his attention to balance my inner chaos. If he was willing to play this game with me, killing time together, I might consider it. But if he got truly emotionally invested, I'd be totally out of it.

I was deep in thought, my mind a chaotic mess, when Damon came back from his shower. He was in a black bathrobe, exposing some muscular contours, looking quite tempting.

I withdrew my gaze, tucked my phone under my pillow, and pretended to sleep.

After a while, I felt the mattress sink a bit. Damon had lain down beside me. He smelled of a mix of shower gel and shampoo, a scent I found appealing.