Damian sat on the fountain's edge, one leg bent, the other stretched out, his phone in his hand. His face dimly lit by the glowing phone screen.
The campus gossip page was busy today.
Too busy. It was flooded with information about that sweet kiss that occurred the day before. It was not Damian's thing to actually be active on the gossip page, but he'd do anything to build on the information he had about his devil who had suddenly turned into a college bad boy.
Damian scrolled, watching carefully at each post under the "The Perfect Dean's Daughter + Campus Bad Boy" hashtag.
He saw pictures of them talking in the hallways, staring right into each other… etc.
And then—
There it was.
A kiss.
Right in the middle of the quad.
He blinked once, then zoomed in on the picture.
Logan. Harper.
His cousin had one hand on her waist, holding her like she was the only thing keeping him grounded. Her eyes were closed, her lips soft against his.
