There’s something about Damon that has me losing my grip on my carefully constructed cheerful facade, and I find myself wanting to push him. “Sure, give me your phone.” Carter hands it to me, and I punch my number in, ignoring the way the back of my neck is being branded by Damon’s piercing gaze. I don’t look back. Instead, I smile up at Carter. Evil indeed.
Ok but poor Carter being used like this 😔
