Damon's POV

I was naked, and beginning to feel a bit cold.

“Here's your clothes.” Emily brought me the rest of what I'd been wearing.

My shirt was a wreck, but the pants were manageable.

“Did I hurt you?” I swallowed before asking.

I wanted to know.

And as much as I wanted to, I also didn’t.

I would not have been able to live with myself if I singed even the smallest hair on her.

“Not me, just him, and this pretty bathroom.” Emily answered.

She had her back turned towards me.

“Please look at me.” I begged.

“Damon, I want to leave.” She said,

“Damn! I'm that bad.”...