Damon chuckled softly, sliding his tongue into her mouth, twining with hers in a game of chase and entanglement, his body reacting in ways he couldn't articulate.
"Damon. Chloe." Pitiful voices wafted in from outside the house, stirring a mix of emotions within them.
Chloe's eyes flickered, looking at Damon. Eventually, Damon stopped kissing her, the romantic moment interrupted for the second time.
"Maybe, this time..." Chloe couldn't bear to continue. She slid off the bed, slipped into a simple home outfit. Under Damon's intense gaze, she left the room to answer the door. But she was stopped in her tracks in the living room when Damon brushed past her and headed for the door.
Chloe paused at the bottom of the stairs, watching the scene unfold. Damon swung open the door, and Nathan looked up excitedly.
"Whoa!" A punch flew out of nowhere. Nathan tilted backward, narrowly avoiding Damon's fist.
Taking a deep breath, Nathan looked at his grim-faced brother, "What's with the temper? I even brought you a birthday cake!"
"Ah..." Anya, standing to the side with the cake box, looked up at him nervously.
"Buzz off! Unless the sky is falling, don't bother me!" Damon didn't spare Anya a glance, his frosty words directed at Nathan.
Nathan eyed Damon, then glanced at his wristwatch, "You've been home less than an hour, and you're already getting down to business?"
With a thud, Damon slammed the door shut, his face stormy, his eyes simmering with frustration.
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