Willow.
The room was dim and lit only by the soft golden glow from the lone wall sconce above the bed. Damon had changed of course he had. Not that it made things any easier because sleepwear was plain consisting of loose black pants that hung low on his hips and a snug and naked upper body. It was comfortable and casual and dangerous.
Somehow he looked even more devastatingly composed this way and I hated how my eyes kept straying to him as I stood there trying to wash away every stupid emotion clogging my chest.
He was already lying on his stomach wifj one arm tucked beneath the pillow and the other curled up near his head exposing the entire length of his back to me. His muscles relaxed but not really cause there was always tension in Damon like a predator pretending to sleep but h
