Isabella
Suddenly, as his mouth once again made contact with my breast, there was a knock on the door. I couldn't decide if I wanted to feel relief or anger, but I knew I felt something conflicted.
Damon grumbled about interruptions and how he would tear off the person's head as he put me down beside him. I quickly pulled down my shirt and pulled up my trousers before arranging myself so I would look presentable. The person who had been knocking stepped in before Damon said so, making me wonder who they could be. It just so happened to be Julian.
Julian looked better than he did the last night when I saw him. His face still looked swollen, but most of the blackness around his eye and the swelling had reduced, making him look like a different person.
Damon, on the other hand, looked lik
