Chapter 13: Hangover

Damon's POV

I woke up, and it felt like a knife was piercing through my skull. I had the worst throbbing pain ever and had a sour taste in my mouth. I felt like hell. I tried getting up but because I was drowsy, I ended up hitting my knee cap on the edge of the table.

Shit

I cursed aloud as I grabbed my knee to ease the pain. I hate hangover. I just wished someone would invent some kind of alcohol enjoyable to drown the sorrows in, but doesn't have the after effects of hangover.

After I felt strong enough to attempt to walk again and limped my way to the kitchen. As I reached the kitchen a heart stopping view was before my eyes.

Layla...was cooking breakfast while dancing to probably her favorite song because her earsets were plugged in her ears

She was all over the kitchen, jumping around like an idiot as she prepared what seemed like pancakes

I would never let her know that I loved pancakes, because she may sprinkle spices all over them and this time she would probably send me strai