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Damon nods, his head falling back as he looks up to the sky. He’s the most captivating person I’ve ever known. The rain trails over his face, rivering down his neck in glistening streams that soak through his shirt.
It’s cold and windy and I’m rattling in my skin, but I can’t bear the thought of walking away without an answer from him. The freezing rain heavies, and it doesn’t matter how tight I wrap my arms around myself, I can’t stop my shivers.
Glancing back to me, he leans forward, hooking his arm around my waist and pulling me to him. His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen, and the pull between us is more powerful than I’ve ever felt it. I could try to fight it, but I don’t want to. I’m done fighting him and whatever this is.
Damon’s hand flattens on my back; the other smooths my wet hair from my face. This is my kryptonite. Moments like these where there are no words, only touches and breaths and stares.
“I wasn’t meant to like you,” he whispers, tipping my face up to his so his eyes bore into mine. “I wasn’t meant to care.”
With the way he leans over me, my blood rushes through me like hot oil, waiting for his kiss. Waiting for him to devour me with the hungry, feral look in his eyes. But his forehead touches mine, his gaze stamped on mine…and all there is, is me and him.
None of the past. Not even the future. It’s just him and me. Both lost in a moment where nothing else matters.
I have to ask myself if this is it. Love. Because I’ve never felt it before. I’ve never felt my soul belong like this. And so, there is a reason for everything. A journey to this perfectly imperfect, rainy, cold, and consuming moment.
“Would you have dinner with me? Only me and you…” The tip of his nose trails up the bridge of mine until his lips press to my forehead.
Nuzzling into the crook of his neck as he wraps his arms around me, I nod. “Yes.”
His chin dips down until his warm lips touch my cool neck. His teeth graze the same spot he bit down on last night. And all the air pushes right out of my lungs. My body ignites with recollection of what he did to me. How he made me feel.
“Cheese, little mouse,” he murmurs, a hand pulling me flush to him as the other caresses my face, bringing it up so we’re eye to eye once again. Except he doesn’t hold my stare; his mouth finds mine, and all the wild hunger in his dark depths pours from him. And I take it. I drink every bit of it and let it fill me up until I’m certain I have no room left for anything else, bar him.
Damon wraps his arms around me, walking me around the front of the car to the passenger side as thunder starts to grumble loudly around us. Pulling away from me, he nips at my lower lip a couple of times before he focuses on getting me in the car.
“Don’t I need to get changed?” I ask as he finds the seat belt and buckles me in.
“Trust me?” He tugs at it.
“Okay.”
He chuckles, ducking back out into the rain and jogging around to his side. His normally neat hair is a wet mess, the short lengths sticking to his forehead. He looks almost a little childish with the content grin on his face. I can’t help the urge to trace his jaw, and when I meander my fingertips over his stubble, he sighs like this too is a perfect moment for him.
“I like it when you kiss me in the rain.” I like all his kisses, but I loved this one. I can still feel it everywhere. It’s a living thing inside me, like the thunderstorm building around us. Powerful and enthralling.
My fingertips tangle in the short lengths of his hair while I watch him drive. The quiet feels peaceful with the hum of the heating, the thrum of the rain, and the occasional crack of lightning along the shore. I could live with him in this warm cocoon forever.
Chapter 14
Ava
Dear God.
“You told me to trust you.” I stare out at the lobster shack that’s all lit up in the storm.
“I did.”
“Are you trying to get us killed?”
Damon doesn’t answer my question, of course. Instead, he gets out and comes to my side to get me out too. I’m only just beginning to dry out thanks to the half-hour drive. I press the central lock as he gets to my side, already dripping.
“Open the door, Ava!” he yells over the rain.
“No. Nuh-uh!” I’m a mouse, not a fucking drowning rat.
We have a glaring competition through the misting glass, and then he does the most logical thing—he unlocks the car with the key in his hand.
“You’re being sorely melodramatic about this,” he chuckles as he pulls me out of the car.
