Damon's POV
Seeing her so hurt makes me want to rip apart every town, every city, every state, and every continent and find the person who's hurt her and make them bow at her feet. But the thing is, it's not just any person, it's her mother. Why would her own mother leave her? She's magnificent. I grab her face and our eyes meet, her tears stop. I gently placed a kiss on her lips. She looks up at me with a look of relief and then out of no where she's on top of me, giving me a dangerous look. I know this look well. It's desire. She desires me or does she desire the distraction offered by me? Before her I wouldn't care, before her I would do anything just to get laid. I don't want to be that kind of guy to her, she deserves better.
"Let's go back to the house and talk." I asked her with
