~Aria~

“Who's there–”

“Me.”

Right there, Damon was shirtless and cladded in nothing but a white tight boxers that had the full print of his cock lined in it.

My eyes went wide. A quiet spark flared inside me.

In a flash, I spun and covered my face. “You–whh–put on your clothes!”

He came behind me. “Why are you acting so shy…you already saw it all.”

A lump landed straight into my stomach. “Still…it's a bit—”

Gosh, why does the mere sight of him disorient me completely every single time I see him like this!

“Someone could walk in,” I whispered, barely audible as he held my shoulders and turned...