"Okay, now if you are done...I would love to go and take a bath. I don't want to be late," Hazel muttered, pushing him away and gathering her clothes headed back to the bathroom. Damien snorted and followed after her, pulling his T-shirt off his head and throwing it away on the bed on the way.
"What made you think I am not going to join you?" He asked, shutting the door. "I am cold too," Placing her clothes on the wooden bench, Hazel rolled her eyes as she started to strip. Damien was sitting on the edge of tub, his eyes watching her intently. Hazel kept her eyes on him as she first removed the clip from her hairs that held them together, letting them cascade all around her. Next, she grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, discarding it on the floor. She wore nothing
