Dramatic

Damon

He laid beside her, watching her sleep for what seemed like forever. The ache in the pit of his stomach was a staunch reminder that he hadn't eaten anything for dinner.

Damon rolled onto his back and closed his eyes, breathing in deeply and trying to decide if ordering room service was his next step, or going down to the hotel bar. It was probably located on the beach, and with his luck, he'd run into Bridget, but something had to give.

He rolled over and got out of bed as quietly as possible before pulling on a pair of slacks and a t-shirt. The concern over bumping into his ex was silly and unfounded. There was nothing at all to worry about. Bridget was still lusting over him after their last breakup, but she always would. The bitch loved to play the odds more than anyone else he knew.

If it wasn't likely that she could get something, she wanted it more. He smirked as he shuffled around and finally found the room key. He couldn't help but think of all the times in the past wher