Getting ready
Damon leaned closer to Talia, his face hovering an inch away from her left shoulder blade.
"Some of these bruises are quite bad and might need a second layer of cream."
Talia flinched when his hot breath splashed against her skin, and she swiftly pulled the bathrobe back up while cursing internally. Why did she allow herself to get carried away like this?
Her face was on fire and she was confident that she was blushing profusely.
"This is more than enough. Thank you.", she said in a whisper.
Damon was disappointed at the loss of that addicting touch, but he saw that Talia was uncomfortable, so he didn't want to push for it.
He shook his head. What was he doing exactly?
They stopped for some food and first-aid, and they need to head back on the road.
Besides, didn't he decide to bring her with him and keep her safe, and there will be nothing more to it?