~Damon~

She froze.

Mid-step.

Mid-breath.

Her spine went stiff like the lash of my voice had locked her into place. One bare foot hovered above the gravel. Her knuckles tightened around the hem of the shirt. That wild mess of wet hair shifted with the breeze, strands clinging to her neck like a collar.

The hem of that shirt..my fucking shirt..fluttered just enough to expose the start of her ass and the bare split between her thighs.

She turned slowly.

Too ...