DAMIEN POV
The hangover is brutal.
I wake up fully clothed on top of my bed, mouth tasting like ash and regret, head pounding like someone's taking a sledgehammer to my skull.
For a blissful moment, I don't remember last night.
Then it all comes flooding back.
The drinking, the stumbling into the room. The confession.
I love you.
Oh god.
I said it. Actually said it out loud. Drunk and pathetic and desperate.
And she'd just stood there. Silent. Unable to respond.
I groan, pressing the heels of my hands against my eyes.
What the hell was I thinking?
I wasn't thinking. That's the problem. Six weeks of watching her fall for Adrien, six weeks of self-destruction, and it all came pouring out in the worst possible way.
Now she knows I'm broken and desperate and drowning without her.
And she said nothing.
That silence is an answer in itself.
