My friends stopped chattering among themselves, realizing Damian and I were having an argument.
“I don’t understand!” I admitted aloud. “What do you want from me?”
“To go back to your cabin and lock the door,” he sternly replied. “All of you!”
My lip trembled with frustration, wondering what came over him suddenly. I took a step away and found my shoulders hunching over as I walked around him. It wasn’t until I was standing over the doorway that I uttered, “just because I don’t want to marry you, doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings for you.”
Damian chose not to reply, letting me walk out of the living room to head to the front door. My friends thankfully followed me, whispering a small goodnight before they took their leave. I was the last one to stand outside of his front door, letting it remain open as I hoped against hope that he would come and wish me goodnight.