Damon
“So? How was your trip to Bayside?” Naomi questioned bright and early Monday morning. I yawned in response as I pottered around my kitchen.
“Who let you in?” I asked curiously. “And do you want coffee?”
“Brother mine, I brought coffee…” Naomi gestured to the Styrofoam cup on the counter, and I sighed in relief. I eagerly grabbed the cup and lifted the lid to release the steam. I was desperate to take a sip, but I knew it would be too hot. “And Molly let me in,”
“Great,” I muttered as I ran my hand over my face. “And why are you here so early?”
“Well, in case you forgot, I went with you to pick out the promise ring and I’m dying to know if you gave it to her and what she said,”
“Oh…” I said as I blushed. Naomi’s eyes went wide, and she started to shake her head.
“Oh, Damon…do
