He sauntered towards me and loomed over me as he closed the distance between us. Damon brushed my cheek with his thumb, grazing the skin lightly. “Good, I’m glad. Are you hungry? breakfast is ready and waiting for us downstairs.” He said, smiling.
I smiled. “Yea, I’m hungry.” I did feel a bit hungry but also sick to my stomach.
“Good, come on, let’s go” He gestured towards the door and placed a hand on my back. His touch comforted me, made my body feel alive and electric. But his touch also made me feel uneasy after last night’s events.
We went downstairs and entered the kitchen, where two plates with eggs, bacon, toast, and a glass of orange juice, were placed onto a small table.
I looked at Damon. “Is no one else joining us for breakfast?” I questioned. I figured we would have been h
