Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 842

Nyla just wanted Damon to leave, so she replied with a frown, "I'll pay you back for it."

"No way, this shirt means a lot to me," Damon said.

Nyla ground her teeth in frustration. If it meant so much to him, why hadn't he treated it better?

"What exactly do you want?" she asked.

She glared at him, but given that she was sitting in the bathtub with her body partially exposed, it was more alluring than threatening.

Damon's gaze deepened, and he grasped her hand before leaning in to kiss her again.

Just before their lips touched, his low, gravelly voice whispered in her ear, "I want you."

Nyla clenched the edge of the bathtub tightly, her body instinctively tensing.

In a moment of distraction, one of them accidentally hit the shower switch. Steam quickly filled the bathroom, drowning out all sound.

…

The bath lasted for over two hours.

When Damon finally stepped out of the bathroom, holding a flushed Nyla, he wore a satisfied smile. He set her down on the bed and went to grab a towel to dry her hair.

Nyla was too exhausted to move, so she leaned against him, allowing him to do as he pleased.

After drying her hair halfway, Damon brushed it and then turned on the hairdryer.

Nyla rested her head on Damon's lap, absentmindedly tracing patterns on his knee with her fingers.

As she felt his fingers threading through her hair, her mind involuntarily drifted back to the earlier scene in the bathroom, causing her cheeks to heat up again.

Just as she tried to think of something else to distract herself, she suddenly felt a shift in Damon's body.

She shot up and glared at him. "You beast!"

Damon merely stared at her before replying, "Don't worry. I promise not to touch you anymore tonight, and I will keep that promise."

Seeing his seriousness, Nyla hesitated but eventually believed him. She didn't want him to keep drying her hair, so she snatched the hairdryer from his hands.