Chapter 11: Brandy: Have You Ever
"Saying my final goodbyes," Damien murmured. His eyes flickered downward and paused—just for a second—at the soft swell of her breast, which had apparently slipped out of her nightdress.
He closed his eyes, half in restraint, half in frustration. Oh, for the love of bloodlust...
"In the middle of the night?" Luna asked, one eyebrow raised, arms folded—though the positioning did very little to restore her modesty.
"I’m leaving in the morning," he said simply. Words were easier when they weren’t caught in your throat.
"Oh... uh... okay." Luna’s voice faltered, her hand absentmindedly moving to brush her messy curls behind one ear. She was flushed from the undeniable heat that always simmered between them.
Damien’s gaze lingered on her face. The little furrow in her brow. The guilt in her eyes. The ache in his chest expanded.
"You still don’t want to give us a chance?" he asked softly, even though he already knew the answer.
"I’m sorry, Damien," she whispered.
He nodded slowly. "You should, uh... put your boob back in," he said dryly. "It’s kinda distracting."
Luna glanced down and gasped and scrambled to adjust her nightdress. "It took you five whole minutes to tell me my boob was out?"
He shrugged with zero shame. "I liked the view."
"Stupid pervert," she hissed, cheeks flaming.