A smirk played across Damon's lips, his eyes dancing with amusement as he nodded in acceptance of my rejection.
"Fine, have it your way," he replied as he took a step back, his hands sliding back into his pockets
The silence that stretched between us was punctuated only by the soft, rhythmic sound of our footsteps, the air thick with unspoken tension as we navigated the hallways of the house.
And then, as we rounded a corner, the faint strains of music filtering through the air, Damon broke the silence, his voice low and conversational as he spoke.
"So, what did you get up to while you were waiting for us to finish up?" he asked, his eyes flicking towards me as he cast a sidelong glance in my direction
As Damon's question lingered in the air, I felt a subtle shift in my demeanor, my smile widening into a smirk as I silently relished the irony of the situation.
