Chapter 52 It's Over
- Damon’s POV
- I leaned back in my chair with a satisfied hum, letting the flavors of the well-seasoned eggs and buttered toast dance across my tongue. Emma had really outdone herself this time—again. The eggs were fluffy, the bacon perfectly crisp, and the orange juice was freshly squeezed just the way I liked it.
- I took another bite, humming contentedly, when the doorbell rang.