Maya's POV
"Can you give me a ride home?"
Damon looked puzzled by the question as he picked up his trousers. "To your apartment?"
"Of course, my apartment." I rolled my eyes as I wore my clothes, feeling burned by his gaze. "Or do you have a problem with that?"
He buttoned his shirt slowly and stole a glance at me. "I'll take you anywhere you want." He looked hot and barely untouched; his hair wasn't a mess like mine, and he surprisingly didn't look like he'd spent the last twenty minutes f*****g.
"Good," I plopped back into the seat. "I could make you dinner, too, if you're interested." I played with my fingers while I waited for his response.
"Dinner?" He said, nodding his head, and I could detect a slight amusement in his tone. "Can you cook?"
"Seriously?" I leaned closer to
