Smitten

Damon

“Are we good?” The words fly out of my mouth before I can stop them, and I cringe internally; I just fucked up so badly. Jessica’s body stiffened as soon as the words left my mouth, but I didn’t know what else to say- I couldn’t let her know just how much I wanted her. I had to play it cool, but there was a moment when I almost threw it all away.

But only a moment…. Or…. I’ll just keep telling myself that lie.

“Yeah, we are good,” Jessica says, but her eyes are cold, and her tone is deadly. I know that we are definitely not good, and I should have never said it like that. She basically shoves me out of her house, closing the door, and I clench my fist at my ideocracy.

Damnit, Damon! Worst of all, it is only Jessica that I truly care if my words hurt her. I walk on eggshells around her, but this time I screwed up, but maybe that’s for the better. Only five more seconds alone in that bathroom, and I would have done something I couldn’t take back. The words may have hurt her, bu