MELISSA.
"Oh my goddess, are you okay?"
Both Faye and I rush over to Damon to help him pick up the broken plates only for my hands to be seized by both of them.
"What are you doing? Let go, let me help."
"No, you might hurry yourself," Damon says.
"I know how to pick up shards. It is not that hard," I responded.
He stares at me in silence, refusing to let go of my hand.
"I can handle this, you know, " Faye says as she picks up the debris. "Why don't you two just go on downstairs, * she says.
"Great idea," Damon responds before picking me up bridal style and walking out.
"Hey! Let me go. I can walk by myself," I tell him.
"I know. I just needed an excuse to hold you."
I don't respond to that. I am still trying to get used to the fact that Damon Blackwater is my mate.
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