I huffed and got up from the bed, dragging my feet across the floor like a child who had just been scolded. Then, after I got dressed, I walked back into the bedroom, and there was Damon. He was leaning back on the bed and using his elbows to prop himself up.
His brows shot up. “Well, it's about time.” He said in a teasing manner.
Damon stood from the bed and walked over to me. As he closed the distance, his eyes roamed up and down my body. “Perfect and beautiful as always.” He said sweetly.
I decided to go with a white long-sleeved shirt, a pair of black leggings and some running shoes.
Damon was wearing a black tight-fitting long-sleeved shirt and some jogging pants. I looked him up and down. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” I told him while taking notice of the fact that his shirt
