Chapter 27: Intimate Night
(Scarlet's POV)
Damon stood there, water dripping from his hair, delivering that explicit line with a face devoid of emotion. He looked like a statue carved from ice and sin.
I didn't flush. I didn't look away. Instead, I grabbed the dry towel from the edge of the marble vanity.
I tossed it over his head, blinding him.
I didn't dry him gently. I grabbed the fabric on either side of his skull and rubbed vigorously, roughly, messing up his dark hair with deliberate aggression. It was a provocation, a challenge wrapped in a domestic gesture.
"Talk is cheap, Damon," I said, my voice muffled slightly by the towel as I leaned in close to his hidden face. "Are you going to keep running your mouth to satisfy yourself, or are you actually going to accompany me
