It’s okay, you are safe.
“Morning.”
Spencer turned around, when she heard the familiar mocking voice behind her. There he was. In all his naked glory. The one and only Damon Salvatore. The girl rolled her eyes as he smirked to her.
”You know, there are things called towels that you could start to use, one day or another.”
Damon shrugged.
”Pff, why should I, when I can just use yours?”
Spencer cocked her head to one side, smirking just like he used to. She took the towel that was on her shoulder and she threw it to him.
He picked it up and finally covered his nakedness. Spencer couldn’t help herself, her gaze lingered on his firm body, while she was sipping at her cold beer.
When Damon looked at her again, she turned away from him quickly.
”It’s not polite to stare.”
”I wasn’t staring. At all.”
”Uh - uh. If you say so.” Damon smirked again and he raised his eyebrows suggestively, while he turned his back to her and left the room.
”Fuck you, Damon Salvatore.” Spencer muttered under her breath.
”You wish.” Damon answered from the staircase.
Spencer bit her lip, while she could hear him laugh.
Damn vampire hearing!
HOLY. ACTUAL. HELL.
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