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chapter seven. where the sun don't shine ════⋆͛♡⋆͛════
THE SUN SEEMED to shine brighter than ever before, it's rays shining directly on her back. It was warm and welcoming but that wasn't the reason.
It was the muscled and tan arms hindering her from moving. The memories from the night before entered her mind and her eyes shot open wide as she realized what she'd done. Shit.
"Good Morning." Damon's raspy deep voice mumbled in her ear. Eliza withheld her breath, the voice simply catching her by surprise.
"Morning." She muttered, closing her eyes and sighing. "What time is it?"
"7:30." Damon looked at his alarm clock, turning his attention back to Eliza.
Eliza jumped up, Fuck. Her flight was in three hours and she didn't even pack. "Fuck, I gotta go. Elena's going to brutally murder me. Is my car here?" She sprung off the bed, quickly slipping her clothes on.
"What's got you in such a rush? Your car's at home." Damon's face was scrunched in confusion. Eliza sighed, realizing how much time she had.
"I'm sorry. I have a flight to catch." She sighed, rubbing her forehead. "I have to get ready and drive an hour to Whittmore Airport. I also have to pack." She cringed at the thought.
"A flight? Where you going?" Damon raised his eyebrows.
"Elena's meeting my mother and father. Allison insists." She lied, her and Elena were really going to meet the Halliwell sisters. She didn't feel like Damon would have a positive reaction to that considering what they just did so she lied instead.
"Road trip without me? I'm hurt." Damon feigned sadness, placing his hand over his heart. Eliza rolled her eyes at him.
She leaned on the bed, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. "I'll be back before you know it, then we can either do this again or act like it never happened." She threw her thumbs up, grabbing her clothes.
Damon flashed a smirk, propping himself up on his elbow. "A trip to California doesn't sound too shabby."
"Woah there, buddy. You shouldn't step foot in Beacon Hills unless you want poor Stefan to plan your funeral." Eliza joked.
"I-," Damon was cut off by Eliza's phone ringing. "Whoever it is can wait,"
"It's Elena, sorry." She smiled, answering the call.
