"Look, Damian, if this is some kind of revenge for not reciprocating the kiss earlier…"
"That kiss was a thank you and you know that!"
"Quite passionate for just a gratitude kiss."
"I'm Spanish on my mother's side. I've been passionate from birth. That doesn't matter! Hurry up to the hotel! He's cracking Luther open like a walnut!"
I couldn't help but scoff. This is ridiculous.
"Even if that was true, I'm in the hospital with a cracked ankle. What can I truly do?"
"Be a man and crawl there!"
"Damian."
"Would you just let him have your man in a full Sabrina Carpenter Juno position? How can you be so indifferent?"
"What about you then? Why don't you burst the door open? Grab Killian by his hair and show him how to behave? You have fully functional legs, unlike me."
Damian didn't say anything for a moment. I could picture him biting his lip, frustrated and helpless.
