“You can forget for a couple of hours.”
“Forget what?” I question.
“Forget anything … everything,”he says jokingly and I have to smile as he gives me a grin.
It’s quiet for a moment and I sink back, feeling as if I’m either in the eye of the storm, or the dark gray skies have passed and I’m just not aware of it yet.
After a moment, he breaks the silence.
“Your friends are worried about you,” he tells me softly, patting the back of my hand and giving me a somewhat sad smile, but more like one with empathy.
“I’m worried about me too,” I admit and consider jotting down some thoughts in the journal Damon gave me, the one with the rose gold binding. When Kam leaves, I think I’ll do just that.
“It may sound odd, but that’s a step up from last time.” Kam nods as he speaks. “A good step,” he adds, continuing the nodding. It’s what he does when he’s decided on a plan and is content with it. Those little nods provide so much comfort. More than he could ever realize. “You’re worried, and I’ll take that. Plus you’re getting laid, so that’s a good sign.”
A huff leaves me. “It’ll make me forget.”
“Exactly.”
“We have so much to forget, don’t we?” My tone is slightly somber, which follows the path my mood drifts.
“Hmm …” he hums as if truly considering and I nearly laugh. “Not that I can remember,” he jokes back.