LAVENDER'S POV
“Does it still hurt?” Damon asked, still kneeling in front of me after a long minute of silence and the incredible massage he had given to my aching feet.
“Yes,” I answered, smiling sincerely at him as I looked at his face. “Wow, thank you. You really know how to massage, huh?”
Damon just chuckles before finally standing up in front of me. I thought he would stay standing up since he had already ruined the fabric of his black pants. Still, then I was shocked when he walked and also sat beside me, ruining entirely his outfit because of the dirt he was now sitting at.
“You don’t mind ruining your outfit?” I asked, looking at him amusingly. “I bet you spend thousand for that outfit just for you to ruin it at the end.”
Damon shrugs, showing a wide grin I’m still not used
