The soft click of the bathroom door opening pulled Willow back to the present.
For a second, she forgot where she was.
Then she saw him.
Damon stepped out, water still clinging to his skin, a single towel wrapped low around his waist.
Willow’s eyes widened.
“What are you doing here?!” she asked, sitting up so quickly her body protested.
Pain shot through her side, but she ignored it.
“I locked the door last night,” she continued, confusion turning into irritation.
Damon didn’t look bothered.
Not even a little.
“This is my room,” he said simply.
“And I am the king of this pack.”
A pause.
“I have a key.”
Of course he did.
Willow let out a sharp breath.
“I told you last night this is now my room.”
Her voice hardened.
“Can you just go to another one?”
Then she shook her head
