"How do you feel?" I handed him the bag of cold peas.
He placed it under his eye and leaned on the sofa. We were in the living room, which was empty and cold.
it didn't feel like people lived in it.
There were no pictures or paintings hanging on the wall, just a sofa and a massive TV glued to the wall. It was the first time hanging out in the living room since I moved in.
He groaned. "Like I dipped my face in a bowl filled with lava."
I chuckled. "You know what I mean, Damien."
He placed the bag under the second eye and sighed. "I know."
He leaned forward and stared at me. "It feels like a massive weight has been lifted off my shoulder."
I smiled. "Really?"
"It's the first time I told anyone about it," he said.
"Not even Ariana?" I teased.
"Not even Ariana," he echoed.
He held my hand and pulled me towards him. "You're my first in many things, Aria. You make me feel safe…and free."
"I feel like I can tell you anything and be vulnerable with you."
