Damon's POV

It was a sweet morning, but I knew to enjoy every bit of the sweetness cause things would go South fast. Not ‘could’, but ‘would’.

“Hey Love.” I greeted Emily, fitting my frame into her office.

I noticed it was quite brighter, but nothing about the decor had changed.

“Are we celebrating something?” I asked.

“No. I decided not to dress how I feel.” She chipped.

“There are two questions on my mind right now.” I smirked, and took a slow and intentional view of her.

Many sense in me tickled, foremost of it, I had to adjust my pants.

Emily blushed and looked away immediately. “You won't...