Chapter 12

Damon

She froze.

Mid-step.

Mid-breath.

Her spine went stiff like the lash of my voice had locked her into place. One bare foot hovered above the gravel. Her knuckles tightened around the hem of the shirt. That wild mess of wet hair shifted with the breeze, strands clinging to her neck like a collar.

The hem of that shirt… my fucking shirt… fluttered just enough to expose the start of her ass and the bare split between her thighs.

She turned slowly.

Too slowly.

Like she knew I was watching. Like every inch of that turn was for me. Like the Moon Goddess herself had choreographed it to kill me.

Her wide eyes locked on mine… shimmering, sinful, pretending innocence like a lying little slut.

She was breathing through her mouth now. Like she couldn’t catch enough air. Like her lungs were drowning in heat. But it was her chest that betrayed her.

That shirt was see-through. Soaked through from the shower or sweat… I di