“Oh my God. Wait. Tell me about the someone!”
“The someone?”
“Yeah! The ‘someone’ that you met!”
“Oh.Thatsomeone.”
“Yes, girl. Don’t leave me hanging twice!”
How could I even begin to describe Damien? He was beyond ordinary words. Someone should put a warning label on him that said, ‘will cause your panties tomelt off unexpectedly’.
“His name is Damien Walker. He is the lead singer of the band, Rebel Rebellion.”
“I’ve never heard of them.”
I shook my head. “You wouldn’t. They are a rock band, and you don’t listen to that. They aren’t ‘household name’ big yet either, but I have no doubt they’ll get there one day.”
“Interesting. And how did you meet?”
“Hmph. It’s a pretty funny story.”
I confessed everything. How we met, his initial disdain for me, and the unexpected twist of us texting back and forth over the last three months. I explained how his words brought smiles and laughter when I needed something to brighten the day. How he gave me unwavering support and encouragement which was helping me find the person I wanted to be.
In these last few months, he had become so important to me that I’d do anything to keep him with me for as long as he allowed.
“That sounds like the plot of some cheesy romance novel.”
“Who knows? Someone could write a book about us one day.”
“For your sake, I hope it’s one of those with all the steamy sex scenes.”
“Blake!” Laughter bubbled up within me. Although, if it was with Damien, I had no doubt it would be.
“So, you talked about how sweet and kind he is. But you mentioned nothing about his looks. Is he hot?”
“I’m not sure why that’s important.”
“Oh, it is. I know you, Cay. You have a type. So, he has to be.”
I was a little offended by that statement.
Blake laughed. “Just answer the question.”
“Fine. And yes. He’s hot. Okay?”
I watched as her right eyebrow raised and her lips smirked. “Oh? Tell me more. Describe him.”
I scrunched up my face. Blake wanted me to gush. And if I started, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop.
“Come on, Cay. Give it up.”
“Nothing to give up.”
Blake did a full-on exaggerated eye roll and took her phone out of her pocket.
I narrowed my gaze. “What are you doing?”
“Oh, nothing. Only a little friendly social media stalking. You said his name was Damien Walker, right?”
