Damian stands right between my legs and holds me tight. I don't know if I'm still breathing. He's practically glued to me and I swear to you, there's not even enough room for a leaf between us, we're standing so close. Actually, he's standing and I'm sitting on the table.

I quickly look around the towing room because I'm looking for something to wipe myself with, since my hair is still a little wet and my whole neck is literally sticky.

When I see handkerchiefs, I immediately grab them and tear a few off.

Then I pull my hair back so I can free my neck.

"What are you doing?"...