Damon’s POV

I blew out a breath, nervous more than I had ever been in my life.

I picked up the pencil, my hand trembling. I jumped off the stool and dropped the pencil, thinking about calling it quits and heading home. This was a mistake. I shouldn't be here.

I closed my eyes, counting to a hundred in my head. I opened them, exhaling and feeling the tension leave my chest.

I could do this. I told myself repeatedly.

I was Damon Bennett.

I sat down again and picked up the pencil. I ...