It was Damon. It was not a serial killer as she had thought. It was no one but fucking Damon who had scared the shit out of her.
The relief that spread over Nessa was so great that her legs gave out and she almost collapsed to the ground had Damon not been quick to catch her.
"Geez, Red," Damon steadied her, letting her lean on her body for support. He had never meant to scare her, she was the one who misunderstood everything.
"Yeah, calm down," Damon's words were soothing to Nessa and she found herself nestling her face into the crook of his nose as he rubbed her back.
He smelled really good, like baby powder. Hmm, babies are nice. Nessa inched closer to the point her nose was prodding Damon's skin and then she took a long sniff of that nice scent. She sniffed him like a drug addict taking a snort of cocaine.
"Hmm, that's good," Nessa's moaned.
Bang!
Damon stiffened.
Nessa stiffened as well.
What the fuck?!
