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8 CLARA
Loved this video, that look makes you so damn beautiful. I bet you fuck like a whore when you look like that, and I can’t wait to find out for myself. Xoxo B.
It takes me all of one minute to go from disgusted to frightened. I’ve gotten used to snide comments, but this one rubs me the wrong way, on so many levels. I read it one more time and decide to click on the user name. Damn, no picture. I look through the person’s profile and see that my videos are the only ones they watch. The creepy feeling comes crawling back over my skin. I go back to my homepage, find the comment, and report it, hoping the profile’s disabled in a few days.
I scroll through and find another.
That lipstick looks so much better in person. You should wear it more often. Xoxox B.
My body locks. It’s the same guy. I click on the profile again and realize it’s a different username. What the—? I hit report and scroll through all the comments but don’t notice any more.
A knock sounds at my door, and JJ pokes her head in. “I’m headed into town to meet Liam for a late breakfast. Wanna come?” I look at the clock beside my bed and realize that it’s almost eleven. I’ve been up for four hours and have yet to eat.
“Nah, I’m just gonna stay in today,” I lie, not wanting to encroach on the couple’s time together. I know it’s only a matter of time before JJ decides to move in with Liam or Liam tells her it’s happening, but a pit forms in my stomach at the thought. I’m not close with my family, never have been, and I’ve grown accustomed to that. Yet knowing that I’ll soon be fending for myself for the first time since the start of college sends me into a mini panic attack.
“Are you sure? By the sound of your stomach, you could use some sustenance.” She smirks and raises a brow when my traitorous belly growls loudly.
“I’m sure. I’ll just have some toast or cereal. I have another video to film anyway.” I avert my eyes and hear her chuckle under her breath.
“Okay. Your loss.” She closes the door behind her, and I listen to the front door close after. Once I hear the click of the lock, I start to get dressed. As much as I would love to sit around the house all day and film—because God knows I need to do that—I also need to get out of this room. The lingering effects of that comment are like cement on my skin, and I need to shake it off as best as I can before I film another video. As much as I try to keep my personal life away from my channel, my viewers tend to notice when I’m feeling down or when something’s bothering me, and I’m not ready for those questions. Not yet.
Once I’m dressed in a flowy yellow top, jeans, and ankle boots, I grab my jacket and head out the door, almost forgetting my purse that’s lying on the couch. As I get into the elevator, I think back to last night, and a blush creeps up my cheeks. Damon was not what I expected when I agreed to the party. And as much as I hate that JJ is all over this, I’m glad I went. After our night at the club, I told myself I would get over it, that it was an experience I needed, and that was it. Yet, deep down, I wanted more. I wanted him to come and find me.
And boy did he ever.
“Clara?” The sultry voice washes over my skin, and I’m instantly aware of his presence. I look up to see his smiling face from across the lobby, and my legs refuse to work. I stand in place and wonder how he knew I lived here. Then I remember that he dropped me off, and he knows JJ through Liam. And, knowing my best friend, even if he didn’t know where I lived, she would likely give him my social security number if it meant us going out.
“Damon?” My voice cracks, my mouth going dry as his gorgeous, toned body glides toward me. Dark-wash jeans hang low on his hips, and a white t-shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination covers his torso. I’ve never seen him look so casual, and my God, he looks mouth-watering.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, once I get over the fact that I can see his abs through his freaking shirt.
“I wanted to take you out, but I see you’re already going out.” He sounds almost unsure of himself, and that’s something I never thought someone like Damon could display. I cock my head to the side and study him. I notice the way he shifts from foot to foot and how his hands dig into both front pockets as if he has no idea what to do with them. I smile because this side of him is endearing. I’m so used to the dominant presence he’s shown to me in the past, at least the last two times we’ve been together.
“I was just headed out to my favorite coffee shop. Wanna come with?” The smile that lights up his face makes me mirror it. It’s contagious.
“Can I take that as a yes?” I ask when he says nothing.
“Yeah, that’s a yes,” he says, chuckling and leading me to his car. I didn’t plan on driving since the shop’s only a few city blocks away, but when it’s January and negative a hundred, this girl will always take a ride when offered. The wind is brisk as we walk to his SUV, and I pull my coat tighter against me, wanting the warmth.
“You okay?” he asks, reaching for the door handle. His breath cascades over the exposed skin of my neck, and he presses his warm body against mine. I sigh, involuntarily. All I can do is nod my head, but our eyes meet in the reflection of the SUV’s window. His hands find their way to my hips, gripping me and then spinning me so we face each other, my back flush against the door.
“Don’t hate me for doing this,” he mutters, and I don’t have time to react as his lips lower to mine. This kiss is different, hard and intense, but also incredibly sensual. His lips attack mine as if he thinks this may be the last time he’ll get near them. I love it. His fingers dig into my sides, pulling me tighter against him, and I can’t help the moan that escapes.
“Damn, Sunshine, those noises will be the death of me.” He groans as his lips trail down my neck and into the collar of my jacket. “As much as I want to drag you back into your apartment and make you moan like that all damn day, we need to go.” My head falls back, hitting the side of the SUV with a clunk. I smirk up at the man who makes me lose all sense.
“You know, I wouldn’t mind going inside…” I trail off, thinking about what those lips feel like on other parts of my body.
He shakes his head. “Nope. You need food, and by the sounds your stomach keeps making, I’d say you need it now.” I can feel my face blush a nice scarlet and duck my head, but he just laughs and kisses my lips lightly.
“Let me buy you breakfast. Please?” His eyes soften when they meet mine, and I crumble.
“Sure. Let’s go.” I need to get myself under control anyway.
9 DAMON
She looks beautiful sitting at the table by the window, the sun shining on her blond hair making her look like a vision. I’m in line, getting us some drinks—and Clara some food because the girl needs sustenance.
“Can I help who’s next?” the cashier calls, and I notice that I’m next in line. I walk up and order two lattes and some pastries for Clara, hoping she’ll like them. I pay and head to the end of the bar to wait for our order.
