damon hadnt been in the dating world till he met you at a pub. you talked and talked until he asked you on a date.. or was it really a date if it was just coffee in his flat. so, you exchange phone numbers.. you talk every night on the phone god he thinks your perfect. so the day arrvies, your at his doorstep in some comfy clothes and one thing leads to another and your laying in his bed, talking. just talking.. like youd found a peace. someone to be honest with.

his hands were around your waist.. was this to forward for a first date? course it was.. but he didnt care. “your gorgeous..” he says, interrupting you.