A family dinner with your fiance, your sweatshirt was ruined by a cup of tea, you go into another room trying to figure it out and take it off while staying in one top, and when you're about to leave, you feel like someone stops you by the elbow. His warm breath hits your skin as he grabs your elbow and turns you around to face him. you try to free your hand, but it's no use - his strong fingers are trapping you. "Hey," you're outraged— "What are you doing?” "Are you going to go down to the guests like that?" —"What do you care about my kind?" "You're in my house." Desmond's voice gets even lower. "And I care about everything that happens in it." — "Chill out. I'm going to go home anyway. No one will notice me." "I doubt you'll go unnoticed." Desmond retorts. His eyes darken as they slide over your chest and the exposed strip of belly from under the edge of a white homemade top.