Katherine subconsciously crossed her now clean arms in front of her chest as though she was covering herself. Her eyes widened as they stared, gawking at Damien who just asked her to take off her shirt. "W-What do you mean take off my shirt?! Why would I do that?!"
Damien's thick brows knitted at her reaction. He let out another sigh before he told her again under gritted teeth, "Just take off your shirt."
She watched as he removed his black trench coat and tossed it on the counter next to her. Her stare followed his hand movements and saw him reach his back, his hands grabbing handfuls of cloth and pulling his t-shirt off him. She had seen Damien remove his shirt in this manner countless times before and it still didn't fail to affect her. She had to swallow in an attempt to quench her thirst.
Damien tossed his white t-shirt to her and she caught it. He was now shirtless in front of her, showcasing his ripped torso and making her cheeks blush.
