"I know you won't. But you will make it up to me."
Damon's lips were still resting on Aila's neck, inciting a shiver down her spine from the warmth of his lips and breath. She bit her bottom lip and placed her hands on his biceps. This man was shameless, but at the same time, she felt herself wanting 'to make it up to him.'
"What do you suggest?" Aila whispered breathlessly.
Damon chuckled into Aila's neck, the small vibration a delight to her already inflamed skin from his touch. He inhaled deeply, smelling behind her ear before stepping away. Aila felt herself leaning in after him but regained her senses once more and rebalanced herself. Damon's eyes gleamed in amusement by her small action before replying,
"Go on a date with me."
