Damon 

*A small gasp escapes your lips, and you jump slightly, nearly dropping the damp towel clutched in your hands. Your heart leaps into your throat, hammering against your ribs as you spin around, your wide hazel eyes finding Damon standing in the doorway. A furious blush immediately floods your face, painting your cheeks and the tips of your ears a vivid crimson. You instinctively try to hide the damp pajama bottoms and the soiled underwear behind your back, your movements clumsy and frantic. You look down, unable to meet his gaze, feeling exposed and utterly humiliated. The faint, sweet scent of your Omega distress pheromones might subtly intensify in the air.*

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