Page 82 of Unsure in Love

CASS

“Um… hey, Damian. It’s Cass…” I winced at how I sounded. “I mean, of course, you know it’s me. I just… I haven’t heard from you, and I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch like I said I would be.”

My teeth sank into my lower lip so hard, I almost drew blood. “Anyway, I hope you’re okay. Tell your aunt and dad, I said, hi. Call me… or text… whatever…”

I ended the call and let out a groan. Since when was I so awkward? Damian would think I was a stuttering fool when he heard my messages.

I’d called several times with no answer. “I really ruined everything,” I grumbled miserably. He didn’t even want to talk to me. “Way to go, Cass.”

Feeling out of sorts, I rested a hand over my stomach and tried to shove down a wave of panic. After experiencing pregnancy with a partner, I really didn’t want to go through the rest of it alone. Damian promised he’d be there. Did he lie?

“No, he tried with me and I behaved like a fool.” I’d kick myself if I could.

Damian was the kind of man to give me space after my standoffishness because he was freaking perfect… for me. With a deep sigh of defeat, I dropped to my bed and stared at the ceiling.

When my phone buzzed, I grabbed it up, thinking it was Damian finally responding. My heart dropped when I didn’t see his name. It was a text from Tessa.

Tessa: Did you talk?

Of course, she referred to me reaching out to Damian. I tapped out a response.

Been calling like a stalker for two days and no answer.

Tessa: ?? Should we bring in the others? They might have advice.

I scowled at my phone.

No! I told you to keep this between us for now. I don’t know how Nic will feel about me and Damian.

Plus, there was the part about me being pregnant.

Tessa: Why would he care?

I considered it. Damian and I were adults—free to do what we wanted, but…

I just don’t know if it will be awkward for him. I’ll talk to Nic when I’m ready.

Tessa: Okay. I really hope Damian calls.

My heavy sigh floated around the room as I replied.

I do too. I’m going to get some sleep. Talk to you tomorrow.

Tess: Night.

Placing my phone on the nightstand, I tried to ignore the sick feeling in my gut. If Damian decided he didn’t want to be a part of my life anymore, my pride would allow me to accept it and move on. However, I’d be devastated.

To have my heart broken the first time I let my guard down to fall in love… I’d never come back from that. That was my last thought before I dozed off.

I dreamed about Damian and our time together. It was like a fantasy reel playing in my subconscious. I even got a phone call from him in my glorious visions. He told me he missed me and couldn’t wait to spend time together again.

The phone kept ringing after our conversation, and I rolled over in bed and groaned. The sound became incessant and louder. After a few more rings, I realized I was no longer dreaming. My eyes were closed as I reached for my phone, so I knocked it off the nightstand. Muttering a string of curses, I felt around the carpet for it.

“Tessa?” I greeted drowsily. She was the last person I spoke to, and knowing my sister, she’d call to check up on me no matter what time it was.

“Cassandra, it’s me.”

Instantly, the voice sent sparks of excitement zipping through me. My eyes popped open. “Damian?”

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