'You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye
And I got that red lip classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style
You got that long hair, slicked bac...
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He could see her, her always could. It was like before she left, she had whispered a curse on him, infecting him with the posion that rested on her fingertips. Whatever she had done to him on those nights, they shared in the sheets that it was still in him.
Apart of him, still wondered if he was having any effect on her.
Damon sprung up from the sheets with a gasp, his heart pounding as he tried to catch his breath. He blinked a few, rubbing at his eyes, trying to scratch the image of her from his brain.
He looked around the room, his eyes taking in the colours and the wallpaper, along the winodw that had no curtains.
Where the fuck was he?
His shirt was missing, shoes at the end of the bed, glass of water beside him. He could feel his ribs burning, his arms sore, lip most likely swollen.
Running a hand down his face he shook his head and drank the glass of water beside the bed before getting out of bed with a wince. He rasied an eyebrow at the fluffy pink slippers on the floor in the corner of the room.
Did he sleep with some chick last night?
The thought alone made him want to be sick, he couldn't imagine being with another woman.
Because no woman would ever compare to her.
Making his way downstairs, he clenched his jaw when he heard voices from down the stairs. Male and a female. He looked around trying the find something to take with him down the stairs, to maybe hit or throw at them.
"You goinng to come down or stay there for the rest of the day?" That voice, he reconginsed that voice.
The same one from those nights in the ring, that voice that always found him after a fight.
Sam's house.
He remembered now.
He chuckled, walking down the rest of the stairs and making his way around the corner into the open kitchen. "These your slippers?"
"No." Sam shook his head before nodding it in the direction of the woman who stood at the island. "There my fiancee's."
Damon looked away from Sam and towards the woman who came over to the table with a smile on her face, Damon smiled slightly taking note of the claw like scar along her face, she also had long dark hair, tanned skin, brown eyes.
"Hello, gourgous." Damon spoke up as he nodded at her.
"Hello, Handsome." She also took note of the scar along his face, that one that came across his eye.
