Archer Quinn quieted down, tiptoed out of bed, and walked over to see Bella Acker asleep on the bed.
The girl's small face was pressed against the pillow, making her cheeks puff out adorably.
Archer couldn't help but reach out his finger and gently poke her cheek.
In her sleep, Bella Acker raised her hand, lightly slapped it away, then grabbed his finger, mumbling, "Damian, stop it, I'm so tired." The last few words were very muffled, but that one name was enunciated clearly, as if she had said it thousands of times.
Archer's heart suddenly ached with a dull pain. He gave a barely noticeable bitter smile, gently withdrew his finger from her small hand, tucked her in, and returned to his own bed.
Archer lay on his bed, the bitter smile on his lips deepening. The flutter in his heart from having his finger held had yet to be savored before it was shattered by that one name.
Bella, if... if I had met you before Damian Sinclair, would you have fallen for me?
