Brooke could feel Damon's familiar, yet strange, hands on her tugging at her top, ripping her top, until she was wriggling out of it, left in her underwear and jeans. She ran her hands over his chest when her arms were free again before trying to find the buttons of his shirt. Eventually, she worked out where they were and began unbuttoning them, slowly, one by one, while her mouth was busy on his.