Chapter Twenty-Three

Damon POV

An entire night has passed without any sleep, tossing and turning, my body still aflame from when Elle's lips landed on mine. Even after three cold showers at freezing temperatures and an entire school day behind me, gone in a blur. I've drank so much espresso today that I look like an 80's businessman who put an eightball of blow up his nose at some Upper East Side penthouse.

Slade didn't stop griping about Matt either, which didn't help matters, kept saying we should demote him for a few weeks to teach him a lesson about knocking on doors. It was nonsense. Since Elle slept in my arms, sleeping without her has been torture. It doesn't help that her scent lingers on the sheets.

Finally, arriving at the training grounds, I see Andrew and Matt with their backs turned to me, heads bent down in an intense discussion. Neither is paying attention to the students gathering a few feet in front of them. Their heads bent in whispers, only looking at their watches occasionally. Sn