*Olivia*
I couldn’t believe this was happening. It was an actual cliche. What rotten luck that Daemon was actually just being nice, and I had to go and ruin it with my clumsy nature.
A small part of my brain was protesting that this wasn’t a bad thing at all. Daemon wore a thin shirt that allowed me to see the muscles beneath the now see-through material. Not only that, but the wetness of the top caused it to cling to him tightly so that the ridges of his muscles were visible as well.
I had to tear my eyes away from his front, but the damage had been done. As if on their own, my hands slid down to touch his heated skin through the wet cloth. My fingers floated over the hot flesh, feeling the firmness underneath.