Re: Damon + Samandriel
"Way to blow that mood," he mumbled to himself with a more audible groan attached.
He pushed himself up, tugging on jeans. "I know you're not going to run out and scream it from the rafters or anything. What the fuck are you going to say to that question?" There was an edge to his voice that was both angry and curious. He knew that they weren't going to tell anyone else, which was a given.
He held his shirt in his hands, a question forming that he wouldn't give a voice just yet. There were too many confusing emotions attached to it. Maybe it was better to let it go for now. It took another minute to slip the shirt over his shoulders, covering the chiseled chest. "Now we just go downstairs, and pretend we were on a tour?"