Liam’s pov
I slammed my hand against the bathroom wall, trying to steady myself. "Am I completely tipsy, or did I just see you two full-on making out with each other?" I demanded, the alcohol in my system swirling with the sheer absurdity of what I was looking at.
"I should go," Emmett muttered, his face turning a deep, embarrassed red. He tried to brush past me.
"Hey, no, no, no. You aren't going anywhere," I said, stepping directly into his line of sight and blocking the exit. A look of total revulsion crossed my face. "You both are having an affair as well? Ew. That is so f*****g disgusting."
"Mind your own goddamn business!" Damon roared.
Before I could even blink, his fist flew forward, striking me hard right across the jaw. My head snapped back, the sharp sting of the punch inst
