Raven's POV
I shrieked and covered myself with the towel, clutching the damp fabric against my chest like it could somehow protect me from the intensity of his gaze. My heart hammered so violently I thought it might break through my ribcage.
But Damon didn't budge or look away neither did he have the decency to pretend he was sorry.
Instead, he came inside the bathroom fully, closing the distance between us with slow, deliberate steps that made my breath catch. He stared at me with that raw, forbidden, shameless desire, the kind of look that should have terrified me but instead made heat pool low in my belly. He stared at me like he wanted me, like he was starving for me, and he wasn't afraid to show it.
The bathroom suddenly felt smaller. All I could see was him, dark hair still sligh
