Chapter Twenty Three

Clara

Damien towel dries me and wraps a towel around my body and another one around my hair. After that, he carries me back to the bedroom and places me on the bed. That is too much pampering. By the time I get out of here, I might have forgotten how to walk!

He walks into his closet and picks out drawstring pyjama pants and a t-shirt. He throws the t-shirt onto the bed for me. That's so considerate of him. Maybe I should always carry an overnight bag whenever I come here because I don't think I will ever not be sleeping over.

Nevertheless, I like invading Damien's wardrobe. I love the way his clothes smell of him. I get the dark blue shirt and bring it to my nose so that I can breath in his mouthwatering scent.

When I look up, Damien is smiling at me. Does he know how addictive his scent is to me. I guess he doesn't judging by the the way he chuckles and shakes his head when I catch him staring.

"You can borrow it if you want," he says.