Damon's POV
I should go. This shouldn't happen again. I mean, I'm not supposed to be here in the first place, standing in this room watching my best friend touch himself like this is somehow normal. But my feet are stuck to the floor like they've been glued there and I can't make myself move toward the door no matter how much my rational brain is screaming at me to leave.
My eyes flee to his hands and I watch as they move across his body with practiced ease. He smirks when he notices where I'm looking and bites his lower lip in that way he knows drives people crazy. f**k, he f*****g knows he's sexy. He knows exactly what he does to people, the effect he has when he looks at someone with those dark intense eyes.
His gaze never leaves mine and my eyes never leave his hands as they travel
