Favorite Sin 66
As I was waiting for him to come out of the bathroom, I heard some noises. Not like normal noises either, not like the shower or brushing his teeth or clearing his throat. It was lower than that. Darker. There was this deep, gravelly tension in his voice and I couldn’t make out the words at first but something about it made my

skin tighten.

It was quiet, like he was trying not to be heard, and that already made me pause because Damon never whispers. Damon is always firm. Confident. Direct. But now his voice sounded weirdly… tense. Like he was walking on broken glass barefoot and trying not to make a sound.

And then I heard her.

A woman.

Her voice was sharp. Loud. Angry. I mean not just mad, but the kind of mad that felt like it came from a place way deeper than jealousy. Like she was the type of woman who would s***h tires or set fire to a dress just

because someone else wore it better.