On the sofa, Katherine was next to Damien who had his arm around her, his hand gently stroking her arm. She laid her head on his shoulder as they sat quietly, enjoying their lunch break.
"So who came up with this summer fling party idea?" she asked and heard him wince, making her laugh. "Were you a frat boy?"
It was Damien's turn to laugh, shaking his head as he looked up to the ceiling trying to recall his younger years. "Honestly… I don't remember… Oh—wait, I think I do. It started because our families were constantly having parties then and they would always bring us with them. So the boys — me, William, Caleb, Jeffrey, and a few others — would have our own clique on the side. I just turned eighteen and one of them said we could throw our own "annual" party. The rest just pretty much followed…"
"Mhmm… and how come you were always the one planning and organizing? Were you always a wild teenager?" she raised a brow and saw a smile on Damien's face.
