Chapter 51 A Promise Is A Promise

• Damon was lying on his side of the bed, his arms folded across his chest and his signature frown in place. As for Sarah, she was the exact same; arms folded and a frown residing on her face. They were both so aggravated by earlier events that neither of them choose to speak to each other since. But as much as they were bothered by it, they could hardly keep their resentment burning thus long. It was already a miracle that they had managed to successfully ignore each other for the whole of yesterday and the day before.
• Tonight, however, they could no such thing.
• Damon couldn't deny that it would've been so much better if Sarah was cuddling up under his arm instead of huffing and puffing at the other end of the bed...while Sarah couldn't deny that she felt way better when he was angry at someone else and not her. But...pride....that was what kept them from reconciling.