Damian sat in the silence of his room long after Ava had returned to her own. The dim light from the bedside lamp the only course of light. His towel still hung loosely around his shoulders, dampness clinging to his skin, but he hadn't bothered with a proper change yet. He had barely noticed. His mind was elsewhere...entirely elsewhere...entangled with thoughts he hadn't expected to endure tonight.
" Why is she so… impossible?" he muttered under his breath, his tone low, almost a whisper that barely left his lips. His hands clenched briefly into fists on his knees before he ran one through his damp hair. Impossible. Distracting. Dangerous. Everything she was should be… irrelevant to him. Completely irrelevant.
And yet, she wasn't.
