Oh, dear God and baby Jesus in the manger, my eyes! Dee shrieked. My eyes! My own eyes snapped open. Daemon lifted his head, eyes luminous. Then I realized my hands were still up his shirt. I yanked them out. Oh my God, I whispered, mortified. Daemon said something that burned my ears. Dee, you didn't see anything. And then he added much lower, Because you have impeccable timing. You were on…her and your mouths were doing this. I could just imagine her hand signals at that point. She went on. And that's more than I want to see. Like, ever.
by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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In a moment of unexpected embarrassment, Dee expresses her shock at what she has just witnessed, exclaiming in dismay. The protagonist suddenly realizes the awkwardness of the situation, as their hands were in an inappropriate place, leading to a rush of mortification. The tension is palpable as her eyes widen in horror at the unexpected scene she stumbled upon.

Daemon tries to downplay the incident, assuring Dee that she saw nothing, while hinting at the unfortunate timing of her arrival. Despite his attempts to lighten the mood, Dee is left with an image that she would rather forget. The conversation reveals the mix of emotions between shock, embarrassment, and an unspoken acknowledgment of what just occurred, encapsulating the awkwardness of their situation.

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