Isabella
Someone had turned on the sun at the wrong time. My eyes twitched as I turned my face in the opposite direction to meet a hard yet warm surface. I lightly slapped it, earning a low groan that vibrated the surface, and then I rested my head on it. The sun was away from me for now, but the heat underneath me was almost unbearable. Still, I was grateful for it.
I didn't know how long I lay there, but I started to feel hands tracing my backside and then my waist.
"I think it's time to get up," Damon said, his chest rumbling underneath my ear.
"Five more minutes," I mumbled back, snuggling my head closer. His hands traced up my back, and then his fingers landed in my hair, rubbing circles on my scalp.
"You said that at least an hour ago," he said as he continued massaging my scalp
