C20 Hot mess

Iris’s POV

I tossed and turned in my bed, minutes after Damon had left my room. Utterly disturbed, and restless.

The way he had stared at me earlier, had done something to my insides, and I still hadn’t recovered. It was something hot, and toe curling.

Unconsciously, I pressed my legs together as I remembered how his hot and silver-gray eyes had traveled down my body, dark and hooded