Dameon : A Touch Of Warmth

"I.... I'm exhausted!" I collapsed on the bed, rubbing my cheek in its cool embrace as I sighed deeply.

"Well, at the very least we secured a room." Dameon commented, placing his hand on my rear as I turned to glare at him.

"Where are you touching?" I muttered, kicking my legs against the bed as he laughed and squeezed my butt.

"Now, now. No need to get so riled up. I'm releasing the tension from your body." He grins, climbing on top of me as he starts massaging my butt.

"What tension is over there?! Get off!" I blushed, flailing my arms as I tried to tug him off of me.

"Hahaha! Okay, okay. I'll go get our luggage. In the meantime, you take a rest okay?" Dameon chuckled, slapping my butt as he climbs off of me and heads to the door.

I sat myself up, glancing at his back as he grabbed the spare room key and left through the door. As soon as the door clicked, I sighed heavily before falling back onto the bed in an exhausted heap.