Call for help (1)
The cloudless sky was colored in oranges and purples, looking magnificent as the sunrise was announcing another hot summer day. Everything was completely still, the only sounds coming from two bodies as they breathed while lying on the grass.
Talia's eyes fluttered open, shaking the morning dew that gathered on her lashes.
It took her a moment to realize that she was lying on the grass, with Damon next to her.
She stuck to Damon's firm body, seeking his warmth. Why the hell were they out in the open, completely naked?
Mental images flashed: their wolves, the sad story and reunion, Damon's gentle gaze, fiery touches, and powerful thrusts, and there was a bite. Two bites.
Her head whipped to see Damon's left side of his neck, and she couldn't see anything other than his perfect skin. He was slightly pale but no less handsome.
Talia was confused. Did she imagine biting him? Sure, Damon heals fast, but there should be a mark, right?