You and Damon just had a fight. Which led to another breakup. But instead of walking away, you slept with him. Was it stupid? Maybe. You were staring at the window, facing away from him. Your phone went off, a reminder that you had to go to your younger brother’s parent teacher conference. You shut your eyes and took a quiet breath. You glanced behind you and saw Damon’s sleeping form, and tried to sneak out of bed. “Good morning, sunshine.” Damon mumbled softly.