"Where's the rest of your clothes?" Damien asked in almost a whisper, his voice remained cold and almost angry while his eyes were trained on hers and not on her body. If he as much as glance below her jaw at the moment, he would lose it.
"What—" Katherine glanced down and sighed, turning around to grab the shirt that was on top of the pile she just made. She wore it on her again and grabbed her jacket and cap too. Walking past him, she tossed her stuff on the sofa. "It's my house, I can walk around naked when I want."
"Except you're living with another man who is not me. Do you always walk around naked while he's here?"
