*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 ...