Let’s be honest with not sugar coating shit. It was the morning after the long, passionate (and I mean passionate) night with Damon. I mean you can’t spell “Damon” without “Damn”. We’ve already clarified that for sure.

You sat up slightly, and you could barely move your legs. And you’re probably thinking (does he really f- that hard? Idk you tell me.) You were stirring like crazy, trying to get comfy again, which woke Damon up a little bit..