Auoras pov:
I woke up my pillow hard but warm, the most comfortable thing I’ve ever felt. I was sore and groggy. I realized quickly my pillow was a man and that man was Damon. I sat up quickly to quickly nausea hit me. I tossed the blanket back and B lined to the bathroom, puking my stomach contents out. “Why does this keep happening to me? Seriously," every morning like clock work,” I thought to myself as I swished water around in my mouth and flushed the toilet. A light tap at the door let me know I woke Damon up in my haste to get to a toilet. I cracked the door, peaking out. “Are you okay?” He asked, his blue eyes laced with concern. It was then that I realized I was in his house in his bathroom in nothing but his shirt. I didn’t think I’d ever be here again.
“I uhh yeah” I said open
