8
Trihn slipped back into the too small dress and then grabbed her heels, purse, and leather jacket. As quietly as she could, she tiptoed toward the front door of Damon’s apartment. She had the handle turned all the way when she heard footsteps behind her.
“Going somewhere?” Damon asked with a yawn.
She turned to face him with a sheepish grin. “Um…yeah.”
He looked too good for this early in the morning. He was only in a pair of boxers, and she could count every defined ab. Plus, his hair…it only looked that way because she had been pulling it all night.
Christ! Focus!
“My ride is here,” she told him.
“I could have given you a lift home.”
“Yeah. But, well…” Trihn shrugged. She didn’t have a response to that. She’d had a great time last night—an unbelievably amazing, jaw-dropping, un
