182 Cloud Nine

Finally wearing the top and the shirt, she used the belt to hold the shirt in place. Waking up to the mirror, she snorted at how ridiculous she looked, even with the belt holding her waist, it still looked baggy on her.

Holding up her hair, she tried tying it up with her hair but she wasn't getting it. Looking around the desk, she sought out a rubber band or anything rope-likely to tie up her hair. She searched through the cupboards, but couldn't find anything to tie up her hair so she gave up.

Sighing, she looked into the room and met Damien's gaze some distance away from her. The gaze in his eyes reflected lust, it looked like he was going to pounce on her any moment from now.

"Ermm, you should get dressed," distracting him, she said and was about to move away from the mirror when she heard, "Wait!" Causing her to halt.

"Why?" Through the mirror, she asked.