Chapter 9: Intimate Encounter in the Lounge
(Scarlet's POV)
Fifteen minutes. That was all the time we had between classes.
The door to the fifth-floor lounge was bolted shut. I stood by the massive glass terrarium, watching the Kingsnake, Raven, coiled peacefully on a bed of black pebbles. The room was dark, the blinds drawn, leaving only slivers of weak afternoon light to slice across the floor.
I had discarded my blazer to make things easier. I stood there in just my thin white shirt, the hem tucked neatly into my plaid skirt.
I could feel him behind me.
Damon's gaze was a physical weight. It traveled slowly, deliberately, sliding from the curve of my shoulder blades down to the back of my calves.
I didn't turn around. I didn't flinch when I heard the rustle of fabric shift
