I push open the door to our apartment thinking about the endless possibilities why Damon insisted that I come back so quickly.
I step into our living room, not seeing Damon anywhere in sight. If he just called me home to be a prick, he is going to have hell to deal with. I was enjoying time with my friends. If the tables were turned and I called him with no explanation as to why he has to come home in a rush, he wouldn’t even consider coming back.
“Ass” I whisper harshly, throwing my keys on the coffee table and walk towards the kitchen. Just as I am about to cross from the carpet of the living room to the tiles of the kitchen, I feel the carpet slush under my feet, wetting my feet.
“What the hell?” I state confused, seeing water from the tiles through to the carpet.
“I had a bit of a
