Damon

Chapter 23- Are You Fudging Seriously?

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I wake up to someone pulling me closer to them.

I open my eyes, slowly, and turn around to see Damon.

I smile slightly, ignoring the headache.

I run a finger down his jawline slowly, as his eyes flutter open.

"Ella.." he mumbles, pulling me closer

"What are you doing in my bed?" He groans, closing his eyes.

"What are you doing in my bed" I smile slightly.

"Oh" he sits up slowly.

He looks around the room, confused.

"What am I doing in your room?" He mumbles.

I sit up slowly and he looks at me, his eyes wide.

"Oh fuck." He closes his eyes quickly.

I look at my self, and I'm naked.

I pull the covers up quickly hiding myself, as he looks at me.

"I'm sorry. I-" I shake my head

"It's okay. I don't remember anything really" he nods looking around the room confused.

"Where are our clothes?" He mumbles.

He get up and walks out of the door.

I get up quickly and grab my robe from the sofa.

I wear it while walking out of the room.

He comes out of his room wearing shorts.

He runs a hand through his hair, as he looks at me.

I tie my robe quickly, and walk downstairs with him behind me.

I find my bra on the steps. I quickly pick it up, and he picks his boxers up from the sofa in the hallway.

I find my shorts on the floor, and Damon's shirt.

Fudge. This is like a treasure hunt.

I walk into the living room to see the coffee table broken, the cushions on the floor.

"What the.." Damon walks inside slowly.

Looks like we had too much fun.

I bite my lip to stop laughing, as I place our clothes on the sofa. I pick up the cushions, placing them back in places.

"I'll tidy this up. You should go get dressed" I shake my head

"I'll help" I mumble picking up the huge glass piece.

I walk towards the kitchen, and open the door to see vodka bottles placed on the counter with shot glasses.

I place the glass against the wall and walk up to the counter.

I close my eyes, as my head aches.

I remember Damon and I talking in the living room.
I remember everything.

I know that Applehole does love me.

I smile as he walks into the room with a glass pieces in his hands.

"Damon I want to make dinner today. Can you help me?" He shakes his head

"I need to go to work" he mumbles and walks back out of the kitchen.

"But I'm making your favourite. Steak and chips." I mumble

He enters the room again, and places more pieces down.