damon was freaking out slightly. after the ball and the makeout session he had with brooks, he was feeling like shit. if the ball hadn’t been stopped by the grudge, what would of happened? would they have gone to a closet? damon had wanted to prove that he could resist him, but clearly he failed miserably at that. brooks was so intoxicating to him, everything about him. his scent, his perfect face, that red hair on his head and more. he knew he couldn’t let this linger, he had to go to his place and see him, talk this out. hopefully, without anymore kissing or touching. he’d stay back, far back. he threw on some clothes, not really caring what he looked like, he needed to repel him. Because of their stupid text messages he had gone to grab the food he wanted as well. Why was he so damn whipped by him? once damon arrived he knocked, looking around where he was standing, not really wanting to look at the door. he was taking forever, unless he wasn’t here now, then where was he to go? @brooksmcknight
