Elena was still in the hospital. She had traded the lit for the seat, which was much plus comfortable than the former.
The door opened and Damon came back with two coffees. He gave one to Elena and she took a sip, curling her nose.
“Is there alcohol in this?” she asked surprised.
“Oh, right, that’s mine” Damon apologized. “Sorry” He switched the cups and took a sip from his coffee with bourbon. “Why aren’t toi in bed?” he asked a little accusatory.
“Damon, don’t start” Elena a dit in begging tone.
Damon shut his mouth and signaled that she had to get up. Elena pulled...
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