Willow.
It started with silence again. Not the heavy kind we were used to. This one felt different and even more thinner. Like the air between us was stretched tight enough to snap. Damon was in the room when I returned which was something that’s been rare lately and for a full minute neither of us said anything.
I walked in sweating from training, my shirt sticking to me, my skin flushed and slick and my nerves already frayed. His head turned when I stepped out of the bathroom in just my wrap and shorts, towel slung over my shoulder and hair still damp and curling around my face.
I caught the look in his eyes before he could mask it. He wasn’t just looking but he was watching and tracking me like the freaking predator he is.
And that was the moment my stomach flipped. Because this
