LAYLA’S POV
We decide to go back into the house after we stayed outside for a while. Our clothes were still drenched with rain and the cool breeze made me shiver.
Damien offered to carry me all the way to the house when he noticed the slight bruise on my knee. I had knelt down for to long and honestly my legs had begun to ache.
As we got closer to the door Damien looked slightly off and I send him a worried look, as his eyes wandered.
“What’s wrong?” I frown.
“I just feel weird” He states shyly.
“Why?”
“Bryan. I must have hurt him so bad that night and I…I just don’t know how to face him” He squints his eyes, trying to shake off how he felt.
“It’s alright, he probably understands” I soothe and he sighs
“I hope so, I guess I owe him an apology” He mutters and I nod.
He carefull
