"Drink it, take a shower and go to bed."
Damon sidled up to her. His tipsy expression was a mix of laziness and devil-may-care charm. His gaze was as deep as an abyss, a magnetic pull that was impossible to resist.
"Feed me."
His deep and slightly raspy voice made Chloe's cheeks flush. She brought the bowl to Damon's lips. He stared at her and smirked, taking a sip.
"A bit bitter."
This guy...
"Suck it up."
"Suck it up?" Damon scowled, "I don't want to."
Chloe remained silent, noticing his slightly drunken state.
Not long after, Damon spoke again, "Alright, I will stomach it. Go get yourself some warm milk."
"Want some milk too?"
Damon took the bowl from her, drank a couple of sips, and then his hand slid under her clothes. His touch, warm from holding the bowl, gently glided from her waist to her side.
"Hey, Damon..." Chloe tried to stop him, but Damon's hand was already resting on her stomach.
"Go get some warm milk. It'll help with your stomach, okay?"
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