He pulled Chloe towards him with force, drawing her into his arms.
Chloe leaned against his shoulder, looking at him, feeling quite flustered.
"Stop squirming."
Damon's voice was always deep, and now that he was so close, she could even hear the raspiness in his voice.
She stopped moving.
The hairdryer was turned on, the sound was not too loud. Damon tested the temperature at the air vent, looking down tenderly at the woman in his arms. His fingers gently touched her scalp and he could feel her body slightly trembling.
He gently stroked her soft hair, letting the warm air pass through her hair and between his fingers.
Time seemed to pass very slowly, yet Damon was enjoying stroking her hair immensely.
Her hair had become soft and fluffy, so Damon turned off the hairdryer, and the room was silent.
The scent of shampoo and body wash mixed together, surrounding them.
In the quiet room, the scent seemed to be even stronger, quietly spreading around the room.
Damon's hand was still combing through her hair.
"You're still sick, and you've been wandering around with wet hair."
"I...forgot."
How could Chloe tell him that she ran away in such a panic because she saw the traces he left on her body last night in the mirror?
"Forgot? Then you're not feeling bad enough."
Chloe bit her lip, trying to break free from Damon's arms.
But at that moment, Damon deliberately tightened his knees, and Chloe almost slid off his knee onto the floor.
She instinctively reached out to grab his shoulders to steady herself.
Damon chuckled, with his arm around her waist, his voice full of temptation at the moment.
"You're so eager to get into my arms so early, do you know how dangerous that is?"
Chloe was stunned, then realized what he meant, her face turned red.
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