18

Kara was worried about James and Damon when she walked out of the washroom in a bathrobe right after a bath. As soon as she was out, a hand was on her arm, pulling her towards a solid chest. Her eyes shot up to face the person in surprise and found James looking down at her with his eyes admiring her beauty. 

"You...?"

James smirked and bent down closer to her face, "where else am I going to go?"

She twisted her arm to get free of his hold but instead, he pulled her even closer. James' face descended down to her earlobe as he whispered, "how far are you going to run from me in this small room? You are going to find me right next to you each time you try to run in other directions that don't lead you to me, Kara."

Kara closed her eyes as she felt his aftershave entering her senses like a long forgotten drug. The aroma coming from him suddenly made her weak. His hot breath fanned on her neck, making her shiver right before his hand slipped around her w