He shook his head, his grin widening. “Maybe a little.”
“Ha! I knew it.” I pointed at him triumphantly, then immediately regretted the motion as the room tilted slightly. “Okay, maybe I’ve had a bit too much.”
“Just a bit?” Damon raised an eyebrow, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
I groaned, covering my face with a pillow. “Ugh, I’m going to regret this tomorrow, aren’t I?”
“Most likely.” His voice held a note of amusement.
Peeking out from the pillow, I found him watching me, his expression softer than usual. Something about the way he looked at me made my breath hitch, but I quickly shook it off. “Don’t just stand there smirking. Be useful and get me water or something.”
He sighed dramatically but went to the kitchenette anyway, returning with a glass of water and a
