Finally, his voice broke the stillness, low and careful. “How was your day?”
Maya shifted slightly, unsure how to meet him through the silence. “Oh… uhmm. It was fine.”
Damien’s voice softened, quiet, almost a whisper. “Was it… too much for you?”
He wasn’t just asking about the lesson, but… her, all of her, and the fragile tension between them
Maya blinked, caught off guard. “Huh?”
Her chest tightened. Was he asking about the lesson? Or about… everything? Her heart skipped, and she swallowed hard, feeling the weight behind his words—the unspoken tension, the misunderstanding, the fragility between them.
He stayed looking out over the garden. “The recoil. Was it… too much for you?”
She let out a small breath. “Oh… that. Well… at first, yes. It was a lot. But your mom helped. And… I t
