Chloe didn't remember half of the drive home.
Her fingers were still trembling on the steering wheel, not from fear or anger or sadness, but from overflowing happiness; sharp, bright, unbelievable happiness that had taken root inside her chest and refused to sit still. Damian's words kept replaying in her head on a loop:
"Chloe… I love you."
"You're officially mine."
Each repetition sent another flutter through her stomach, another little burst of warmth that made her smile all over again. She didn't even realize she was smiling until she caught her reflection in the rear-view mirror. A soft, glowing grin she hadn't worn in days since the saga with Damian and Jake.
She parked, locked the car with a beep, and practically skipped to the front door. She didn't skip often. Chloe didn't do skipping. But tonight, she couldn't help it. She was too happy that anyone who'd see her would know.
