LUCIUS' POV:
My eyes travelled the length of her exposed thighs, taking note of the freshness of her skin, how pale and curvy they were.
They were the most perfectly shaped thighs I'd ever seen. Even if I'd seen better, I couldn't even remember in that moment.
Damon growled again, making it known that he liked the specimen standing a few feet away from me.
For a split second, I wondered how fast I could rip the towel from her hold, yank the towel that was so jealously guarding her body away from my sight.
I watched as her gaze dropped to her exposed skin. Embarrassment rose high on her cheeks as she indignantly covered it up.
"You don't know how to knock?" She asked, taking a few steps back. Embarrassment had made her voice sharper.
I could hear that much, despite Damon having
