Chloe's cheeks turned red, one hand propped up on the bed behind her while the other rested on Damon's shoulder, but she didn't have time to pull back.
"But..." Chloe looked troubled.
"What's wrong?" His handsome face was close, and even though his expression seemed harmless, it had an irresistible allure.
Chloe's face turned even redder, whispering, "Your room... it's just too awkward for me..."
She vaguely remembered the first time her grandma brought her here to rest. She used his bathroom, wore his bathrobe, and ended up pinned under him on the bed because of a small accident...
"Why do you feel that way?" he asked.
Chloe closed her mouth tightly, not answering.
It was best to leave such embarrassing matters unspoken.
"And what if I sleep here?"
Damon raised an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, they heard a click.
Both of them turned to look at the door, paused for a moment, then turned back to each other.
Seconds later, Damon smirked, "Guess we can't leave now."
Chloe took a deep breath. How could she forget about grandma?
"But I wasn't planning on leaving."
Damon lowered his head, grabbing her ankle.
Chloe instinctively pulled her foot back.
She wasn't afraid of his touch; she knew what he was up to.
This man, kneeling on one knee to remove her shoes, was a bit too much for her.
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