C43 A Promise is a promise

Damon was lying on his side of the bed, his arms folded across his chest and his signature frown in place. As for Sarah, she was the exact same; arms folded and a frown residing on her face. They were both so aggravated by earlier events that neither of them choose to speak to each other since. But as much as they were bothered by it, they could hardly keep their resentment burning thus long