Chapter 117

Damien Taylor walked out of the bathroom, towel over his shoulder, body still damp. Just a towel hanging low on his hips, water drops tracing the lines of his lean muscles. That toned, long-legged look of his—just unfairly attractive. Amelia Johnson stared, caught off guard, her throat suddenly dry. She quickly turned her head, licked her lips awkwardly, and ruffled her hair. "Morning." Damien was a little surprised she was already up. "Morning. Did I wake you?" To Damien, Amelia was just mesmerizing. The soft morning light hit her face just right, highlighting her flawless skin and glossy pink lips. She looked like she stepped out of a painting. "I thought you’d left already," she murmured, head down, totally unaware of how absolutely stunning she looked right now. Out of nowhere, Damien tossed a towel over her shoulders—it smelled like him and body wash—then grabbed some clothes and ducked back into the bathroom. What nobody knew was, every time Damien spent the night with Amelia, th