Aisha was floating in the waters, her blouse half unbuttoned and her chest fully exposed. She had on a silly smile, like a drunk person finally hitting that one good swig of their favorite liquor. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips tantalizingly halfway open.
Damien stared for a little while before everything sank in his head. His eyes turned to where they stood a while ago, and noted that the tiny wet plop that he heard back then wasn’t all the clothes Aisha undressed. It was only her skirt that she successfully got off.
The demon combed his fingers over his wet hair in frustration. He still had his clothes on, and his eyes glanced back at Aisha who was slowly sinking. Was he supposed to leave Aisha to herself when she was clearly halfway to dozing off in the warm waters?
