"Are you okay?" Damon asked still playing with my hair like he had been doing for the past 15 minutes.
"Yeah." I croaked taking my head off his lap.
I'm not so sure about my answer, it has been two days already and my mother is still not awake. She may have done some bad things, but she is the only one I have left.
"She's going to be fine. Trust me." Damon said confidently.
"You think so?" I asked.
"Yeah. She's fighting to stay alive in her own way. I'm sure she'll be okay." He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead before standing up and heading to the kitchen.
In the last two days, Damon and I have gotten quite cozy? Friendly?
I don't want to use the exact word, but you know what I mean.
And I think I really like him. I'm not even sure where the feelings are coming from, but we wi
