~LAIA~
At the very last second, I shove Cael straight into the closet. He opens his mouth to say something but I slam the door shut on his face, and turn to the door currently being knocked on.
On my way to it, I grab the bottle of some I’m sure devastatingly expensive perfume from the neatly arranged make-up products, and spray the entire room until my eyes sting. This should keep Damon from smelling Cael long enough. Possibly. Hopefully.
Taking a shallow breath and choking on a cough, I open the door, and this time I’m not surprised by who is standing there.
I am, however, surprised by the state he’s in.
He’s shirtless. Utterly, inconsiderately nude above his waist, with just black jeans sitting on his hips lower than I’d prefer. A thin silver chain rests on his muscular chest, catc
