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Chapter 12 - 23&24

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

After scrolling for what felt like forever, I stopped — staring at a series of pictures of Ruby and Damien.

They looked perfect together.

Too perfect.

In one picture, she kissed his cheek while he laughed, his eyes closed like the world around them didn't exist. In another, it was his turn to kiss her, his hand cupping her face as if she was something precious. There was even one where she kissed the tattoos on his neck, smiling against his skin.

Each photo felt like a tiny knife, twisting deeper.

Then I found the one that broke me — them having dinner with the Eiffel Tower glowing in the background. Damien was kissing her hand, looking at her with such tenderness that the camera barely captured it. Her caption read: "Love the way you look ate."

I clicked it, and my breath caught when Damien's Instagram handle popped up.

My finger hovered for a moment before I gave in and tapped.

"Chill, Amelia," I whispered to myself. "Breathe in, breathe out."

His profile was simple — photos of motorcycles, scenic views, and a few shots with his football team. Nothing much… until I scrolled one more time.

And there it was.

A picture of Damian and Ruby kissing in the middle of the football field. He was in uniform, she was on her tiptoes, her arms wrapped around his neck. He looked fierce, strong, and hopelessly in love.

The caption said just one word.

Mine.

That single word echoed in my head like a slap.

For the first time, I saw a side of Damien I'd never seen before — not the teasing, reckless guy I knew, but someone capable of deep, burning affection.

Maybe what happened between us last night… was just a mistake.

I checked the date. The post was over six months old. Jake's voice echoed in my head from that night at the bar. "They broke up six months ago."

I went back to Ruby's profile. The pictures were old too. She hadn't posted anything for the last seven months.

Strange.

It felt like she'd vanished from social media, the same way people do when their hearts are shattered. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Maybe she still wasn't over him.

With a sigh, I locked my phone and tossed it on the bed. My chest felt heavy.

"This is bad, Amelia," I muttered. "Really bad."

Because I was falling for Damien Wolfe— and that was the last thing I needed.

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The next day, my phone buzzed in the middle of my Energy Economics class. I frowned, checking the screen.

Damien: Hey :)

My heart jumped, but I ignored it, focusing on the professor's lecture.

Ten minutes later — another buzz.

Damien: ??

A small smile almost escaped me. He knew I saw his message but wasn't replying. Typical Damien.

I typed quickly.

Me: I'm in class.

Almost immediately—

Damien: Me too.

Damien: Can't focus.

I shook my head, trying not to grin. Then another message came.

Damien: Are you not going to ask why?

I sighed, already knowing where this was going. Still… curiosity won.

Me: Why?

Damien: Keep thinking about you.

My heart skipped a beat. I bit my lip, trying not to smile like an idiot.

I didn't reply. But minutes later—

Damien: Ouch. You're ignoring me.

Damien: You won't fail class if you let me teach you again.

Damien: Or "teach" you again. I don't mind both.

I nearly dropped my phone. This man. He was impossible.

Me: Shut up.

Damien: Come on. You liked it.

My cheeks burned. He always knew exactly how to push my buttons.

Me: What are you trying to say, Vaughn?

Damien: You're cute when you're pretending not to care.

Me: I'm not pretending. I just came to my senses. I lost my mind yesterday.

This time, his reply didn't come right away. I almost thought he'd stopped texting—until my screen lit up again.

Damien: You don't want this?

I froze.

Did he mean us? The kiss? Everything that happened?

Me: No. I don't want it. Whatever it is you're offering.

It was a lie.

My heart raced so fast I could barely breathe.

A few seconds later—

Damien: Really? We'll see about that, sweetheart.

I swallowed hard, staring at his message.

What had I just gotten mysel

f into?

Because Damien Wolfe wasn't just trouble — he was the kind you couldn't walk away from.

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TBC 💋🥰

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