And there he was. Sitting on the sofa, no doubt drowning his supposed sorrows in his favorite drink. Really, it was a miracle Damon didn't react as she all but stomped into the room. Unless he was just deep in thought. Moving around the side of the couch, Elena leaned in, snatching the glass from his hand.
"You. Ass." She still wasn't sure what to do: throw the glass into the fireplace or dump the drink on him.
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