His big hand rested on her waist, gently lifting the hem of her shirt, instantly making contact with her skin.
Chloe's eyes widened in surprise.
His hand began to wander under her shirt, feeling the softness of her skin.
"Enough... if we continue, things will get out of control..."
Chloe panted slightly, placing her hand on top of his through the fabric of her shirt.
"You're really brave, Chloe, to compromise with me at a time like this!"
Damon's deep voice fell, and he suddenly bent down and bit her lip fiercely.
Chloe blinked, the fierceness in the man's eyes making her heart race.
She had a hunch that if it really came to that, she might be completely worn out.
"I'm going to take a shower first."
Chloe moved away from him, looking at him nervously.
She sat up from the bed, but Damon grabbed her wrist again, his deep voice making Chloe's heart race again.
"Shower here."
Chloe was taken aback, the first thing that flashed through her mind was the text message Damon had sent her in the afternoon.
They're only missing "spending the night together" now.
After hesitating for a moment, she nodded.
"Go ahead, wear my clothes." Damon smiled, walked over to the closet, and handed her a shirt.
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