" Do you have to do this to me, every time?" She sulked on the couch.
" I don't have to; I just enjoy watching your reaction," Damon replied.
" You enjoy it?" She repeated. "That's sick." She covered her face with her hands. "Holy f**k, I can't look Lana in the eye anymore."
" It's just Lana, you get used to it." He assured her. " You dont want to know the things I walked in on when it was her. This is nothing." He tapped his hand on the counter and moved to stand behind her on the couch. Damon looked at her hair curiously and noticed the little scarf she had used to tie it. " Alright, I'm too sweaty to bother you anymore. I'll be in the jacuzzi." He strode off towards the bedroom.
" You choose to leave now?" She yelled at him. " Are you freaking kidding me?"
He stop
