~DAMON~
Fuck it. f**k it all. I wanted her. I wanted her so much.
"Your scent is so addictive," I growl. "Whenever you're not close to me, I feel like something is missing. And now I know what it is. Your f*****g smell. I want it on me; I wish I had perfume with it, and still, that wouldn't be enough."
I watched as her cheeks turned to a beautiful flushed pink.
She gasped when I leaned into her neck and inhaled deeply.
I wanted to say more to her, but the sound of Atticus's jeep nearing us was all I needed to push away from her. I took her bag from the jeep and strode into the beach house.
"Took you guys long enough," Griffin yells from the corner of the kitchen.
"Already looking for food, typical," I shout back.
He chuckles and walks out with a beer in his hand. "Want one?"
