Willow.
The sky was still dark when we left the club but there was a tired purple hue curling at the edges. That kind of sky that feels both too early and too late at the same time. The city lights behind us flickered like they were gasping for breath and the air smelled like smoke and alcohok.
My head didn’t spin and my legs weren’t wobbly wither. My breath was steady because I didn’t drink, hell I didn’t even laugh or unwind like I was supposed. Whatever the hell that night was supposed to be it did the exact opposite for me.
Damon walked in my front like always. He had his jacket slung over his shoulder and his strides were as purposeful and arrogant as if he was still in the club with two women wrapped around him. Rael and James followed right behind him their shoulders lose and v
