~CLARISSA~
I walk out of the living room and into the hallway. He's already walking in my direction when he spots me. He looks hesitant, and his steps slow down as he nears me. I can see the thoughts racing in his mind as though it's on a screen in front of me. His hands tighten into fists and he's ready fighting for control.
I know what he's thinking. I know his concern for me is the only reason he showed up even after knowing it would be only the two of us in the house. He had to confirm that I was okay even though he knew there was a high possibility I lied about being sick. That was how much Damon cared about me.
"Shouldn't you be in bed resting?" he asks suspiciously as he neared me. His steps are still very slow. He wants to keep as much distance between us as possible.
"No,"
