C34 Fuck you, Walter.

(Damon's POV)

I was driving through the empty streets with nothing on my mind but Ava. Her face was all I could see. Her laugh echoed in my ears, sweet and soft—meant for him. Every muscle in my body was tense, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles were bone-white.

I hated it.

God, I hated everything about this.

I hated the way he touched her