Elara
I nearly dropped my phone.
For several long seconds, I could do nothing except stare at the photograph on my screen.
Damian had actually done it.
The image showed nothing but the lower half of his face, his neck, and his perfectly defined abs. It was far from inappropriate, yet somehow that only made it worse. There was something effortlessly confident about the picture, as though he had sent it without the slightest doubt that it would affect me.
And, it did. Heat rushed straight to my cheeks. Then, a notification appeared beneath the photo.
Damian: Would you like to verify them in person?
I covered my face with one hand. "That man is unbelievable," I muttered as my fingers hovered above the keyboard.
I refused to let him know how flustered I was so I didn'
