Temptation

Damien's POV.

"I'll sleep on the couch," I stated, making my way toward the gray-colored couch.

"Why would you subject yourself to such discomfort after everything you've been through?" Mercedes exclaimed, staring at me in disbelief. "I was just teasing you before, you don't have to take what I said seriously,"

"I had already decided before we came in here. It won't be the first time that I've slept on a couch, so it's nothing uncomfortable," I sighed, running my hand through my blood-stained hair.

"Damien, I know that you've hardly slept on a couch and since you're injured, you should lay on something softer like the bed. I don't agree with you sleeping on that uncomfortable couch," She argued, walking towards me.

"Why are you so resistant to sleeping on the bed with me? Don't you remember how we used to sleep on the same bed without touching each other?"

I wasn't interested in going down memory lane. I just wanted to treat my wound, get some rest, and then go to the police stat