Isabella

I woke up to the sight of Damon's hard chest. My eyes were face-to-face with his bronze skin and the light tufts of hair that I never knew were there. The hair was a dark brown color but seemed to blend into his skin, making it nearly impossible to see from afar.

"Fascinating," I thought to myself as I poked at one strand. My eyes went to the tattoo on his chest. It was the tattoo of an angel holding a sword and standing under what seemed to be a tree. I didn't understand how the tattoo artist managed to capture it, but it looked amazing.

 My hand slowly...