Chapter:- 51

Damon watched his mate go as he stood clutching the clothes, she had handed him, a confused expression on his face. He looked down at the bag of clothes she had brought with him, what was wrong with his own clothes? Maybe Clary was just a die-hard fashionista? He certainly had his own style. He stared down at the satin pajamas in his hand, was she really expecting him to wear these?

"Put those on, Damon. I'm starving and as much as you look like an all you can eat buffet; I want some actual food" Clary said when she returned to the living room. "What did you bring?" she asked, snatching the bag of food up and carrying it to the kitchen. Her heart stopped when she opened it up. "Are these... for me?" she asked when her mate came stumbling in behind her, trying to pull the pants on and almost falling over in his haste.

"So impatient!" Damon huffed when he managed to pull the slippery pants all the way up. "Yes, they are for you, do you like them?" he asked hopefully, taking the bag fro