Chapter Twenty Nine: Kisses, Susan.

Rosette's POV.

The next day, I came downstairs to meet Damon setting the table, he was making breakfast and so I offered to help.

There was no sign of my mother around so I figured she already left for work.

Last night, I felt bad for what happened, especially with the way I ran upstairs leaving her and Damon. I'm sure she had questions and Damon had to face it alone.

I was responsible for all this, I kept putting Damon in the most awkward situations and still expected him not to react.

I don't know how long I have been standing at the foot of the stairs until Damon called my attention.

"Rose, why are you standing there?" He asked, pulling me out of my thoughts as my eyes locked with his.

He looked calm this morning, as small bangs of his hair fell to the sides of his face as his lips curled into a smile.

"Good morning Damon," I greeted walking towards the table, the aroma of freshly baked banana bread hit my nostrils and my stomach grumbled in response.

"Hungry?" Damon asked ushering