Three days. Three entire days. That was how long I had managed to avoid Damien.
Not that he wasn't trying.
The first morning after his text, flowers arrived at Sofia's apartment. A ridiculous amount of flowers.
Sofia had opened the door, stared at the massive arrangement, then immediately yelled:
"OH MY GOD. HE'S DECLARING WAR WITH BOTANICAL WEAPONS."
The delivery guy nearly dropped the vase laughing.
I rolled my eyes.
Sofia took approximately seventeen selfies with the flowers before finally handing me the card.
I miss you.
Just three words.
Somehow that made it worse.
Because it sounded exactly like Damien.
Not the angry version.
Not the jealous version.
The version I loved.
The version I was trying very hard not to think about.
Unfortunately, my brain was being deeply un
