Damon's words left me speechless for a moment, but I knew deep down that my unease was fading away with his words.
"You didn't have to tell me all this." I hesitated for a moment before squeezing out this sentence.
"I didn't do it on purpose, and I came here to see you." Damon's tone had a touch of authority, but it didn't make me uncomfortable.
I initially didn't want to come downstairs, but his words made me waver a bit.
After hanging up the phone, I tiptoed downstairs to avoid waking my mom. As I crossed the yard and reached the gate, Damon's figure stood under the dim street lamp with a cigarette in his hand.
Seeing me, he quickly put out the cigarette and tossed it into the nearby trash can, then spread his arms, "Aren't you going to run over and give me a hug?"
How could I possibly run over and hug him? I just walked over calmly and gave him a light hug.
