Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 840

"The bathroom is slippery. What if you fall again?" Damon asked.

"I'll be careful," Nyla promised.

Damon shook his head. "No. I'm running the bath. You're using the bathtub today."

As he turned to leave, Nyla quickly grabbed his arm. "Then ask Lydia to help me instead."

Damon glanced back at her, raising an eyebrow. "Lydia is busy making dinner. Besides, I'm your boyfriend. Do you not trust me?"

Nyla felt her cheeks heat up, unable to meet his gaze. It took her a moment to find her voice.

"Men and women are different," was all she managed to say.

"Why are you worried? I've seen all of you," Damon replied.

Nyla was at a loss for words. How could he say something so embarrassing in such a calm tone?!

She glared at him. "Damon, don't push it!"

What she didn't realize was that her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were wide and wet—unintentionally captivating.

Damon's gaze darkened, like flames igniting in the darkness, ready to burn everything in its path.

Realizing the danger, Nyla instinctively moved back, her back hitting the couch.

Damon leaned in closer, towering over her. "Nyla, are you afraid of what I might do to you?"

Nyla bit her lip and didn't respond, but her wary eyes spoke volumes.

Her once pale lips were now crimson from her bite, looking like a perfectly ripened fruit, tempting one to pluck.

Damon lowered his head, kissing her lips. They tasted just as sweet as he'd imagined.

Nyla's eyes widened as electricity coursed through her, sending waves of warmth throughout her body and loosening her tense body.