บท 51: CHAPTER 51

OPHELIA'S POV

What the hell was he doing here? 

And that too in my sister's room, staring at her while she slept.

"You freak! What the hell are you doing?"

Damon stood in my sister's room with his back leaned against the window. With his hands in his white jeans, he stared back at me like a rabbit caught in the headlights. 

Why would he even be here?

"I-I just uhh-yeah I came to leave that note in your room. When I was about to leave, I saw a door open. Just got curious. I'll leave."

Seriously?

He lived for like what? 100 years or something?

And he still didn't know how to lie.

"Really? Open doors get you curious, Damon? Do you know what else open doors do? They get you locked."

Luna was still snoring softly in all this commotion. It was pretty dark but I could still see Damon's guilty face.

"I-I don't know what you're saying."