~~Claire~~
Damon shuts the door and locks it, his eyes never leaving mine the whole time.
The way he looks at me—like I’m something rare, something that might disappear if he blinks too long—sends heat spreading through my entire body.
His gaze travels over my bare skin, making me feel like I’m already being touched.
I’ve never felt self-conscious about my nakedness. I like my body. I know its power. But the way Damon’s staring—like he’s trying to memorize every inch of me, as if the sight of me is like food to a starving predator—makes my cheek burn all the way to my neck.
“Well, don't just stand there,” I say, my voice light, teasing. Talking will get the blood flowing better around my face so I don't look like a high school student having a crush.
Damon doesn’t move, just keeps l
