The morning light enters the room and I groan slightly before opening my eyes, and I'm blinded by the bright sunlight. I turned my head to the other direction.

What time is it? I turned towards the couch, which is empty now. As if he could read my mind, Damon entered the room. His hair was a mess, and there were dark circles around his eyes.

He was clutching his head as if in pain and I tried to control my smile at the sight of him. He raised his head and his eyes met mine. He dropped his hand.

"Good morning."

"Good morning." I replied, still smiling. Damon tends...