Dorothy's POV
I glance up to find Joseph's intense gaze locked on mine, his dark eyes blazing with raw hunger that makes my breath catch.
"What?" The word escapes as barely a whisper.
He shifts closer, his attention completely focused on me. Fire spreads across my cheeks and races through my entire body under his scrutiny.
"What did you just say?"
"I didn't say anything," I protest, scanning the room only to notice Natasha studying Damon's bandaged arm with suspicious concentration, her mouth twitching with barely contained amusement, while Damon watches me with an unmistakable smirk.
"Oh sweetheart, you absolutely said something. I'm starting to see what Helen meant about your adorable habit of thinking out loud. You genuinely don't realize you spoke, do you?" Damon asks with obvious entertainment.
