Glory Stealer

Bethany

Tuesday morning came fast, Bethany having ordered room service the night before and stayed in her pj's all evening. A few sappy chick flicks later, and she was a ball of tears, wishing that something besides her new plan would work. She knew a different Damon existed. He was the one that Matt worshiped. The one that was shocked to find out that maybe she loved him. The one that held her the first night they were together, not kicking her out but tucking her against him as they slept.

Where was that guy? To what extreme would she have to go to dig through all of his protection to reach him? Was it worth it?

"What the fuck am I going to do when I get there?"

Because the truth of the matter was plain and simple. She was going to get there. It didn't matter what it took. Needing to know if anything could exist between them beyond the fiery physical attraction was paramount.

Bethany finished packing up the room, throwing Damon's stuff in his suitcase as well. A soft knock on the do