Lying in bed my thoughts were going wild.
Flashes of the night before still going through my mind.
And guess what.
I had enjoyed the night after all. Kinda.
Damon had kissed me in front of the restroom (not very romantic, I know) with his hands nearly slipping under my dress, caught up in the moment and forgetting our surroundings.
Not long after, with a lot of self-restraint, he had managed to stop himself before things got... too inappropriate...
He then led me back to the dance hall where he convinced the others that we should go to a restaurant to eat something instead.
He spoke to them, calm and collected, like nothing had ever happened, while I stood there, face probably flushed while trying to hide my swollen kissed lips and avoiding Mavis' questions on why
