Tate
Islowly open my eyes, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting a warm glow on the room. Feeling the hard body behind me, I carefully turn to see Damon asleep behind me, his hand still draped over my waist. His dark hair is slightly tousled, the tattoos littering his body and his serene expression making my heart skip a beat.
Everything comes flooding back from my mind, and I'm thankful I didn’t get shitfaced last night so I still remember everything. I also remember I need to kill Maddie for adding my name to that cup.
I remember when Becca came knocking after seven minutes. Ace, Roman, and Seb came into the room. I remember Damon joining me in the shower and washing my hair and body, making me stay with him all night.
My bladder decides to make it known that I might pee all over his bed if I don't get up now. I lift his arm from my waist and head in the direction of the bathroom. After doing my business, I look in the cabinets for a toothbrush and thankfully find a new one under the sink.
Peeking out of the bathroom, I thank God Damon is still asleep. But as I walk further into the room, my clothes are nowhere in sight. Whatever, I need to leave before he wakes up, and this gets awkward. I know he’ll kick me out, and that’s even more embarrassing, so I'd rather spare my heart the hurt. I lookdown and take in the large shirt I put on last night. It hangs down to my knees.
I open his door, glancing back, my heart constricts in my chest at the thought of leaving him. Last night left me feeling like something from one of those erotica books, but also so much more. I felt like he saw me. Like he wanted every part of me. Good and bad. But a guy like him wouldn't be interested in anything other than a hook-up here and there, and I can't give him something like that. I would easily develop even stronger feelings for him if we kept this up, and I can't allow myself to do that. Not with him. I know I’m lying to myself, though. My feelings for him are confusing me. So, I swallow them down, trying my hardest to understand I’m not someone who ends up with a guy like Damon. I silently turn the doorknob and make my escape without waking him up.
I stick my head out and make sure there isn’t anyone there before leaving the comfort of what I now know is Damon’s room. The stairs are at the end of the hall from his room, so I tiptoe until I reach them, taking two at a time until I’m at the last step. I’m halfway to the front of the house when I hear talking and footsteps heading in my direction. Seeing the front door a few feet in front of me, I try to make it before I’m spotted, but of course, I seem to have run out of luck already.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Ace asks, carrying a fresh cup of hot coffee. The scent of freshly brewed coffee makes me jealous as it fills my nose. “Um… I was just-“ But before I can finish my sentence, I am being picked up and thrown over a shoulder. A familiar scent washes over me, I realize whose shoulder I’m thrown over.
“What the hell, Damon! Put me down!” I protest.
“Nope.” He pops the P at the end. “I didn’t tell you that you could leave. I’m not done with you yet. And I don’t think I ever will be.”
My face is level with his lower back as he climbs the stairs. The alcohol still in my stomach isn’t agreeing with the position I’m in. “Damon, Iwillthrow up all over you if you don't put me down,” I protest, but he only chuckles before setting me down on my feet once we are in his room with the door closed.
“Why’d you leave without waking me up?" He crosses his arms and stares down at me like I’m in trouble.
Letting out a scoff, I follow his stance. “Excuse me? You’renotmy father. I don’t have to get permission from you when I want to do something. I know this was a one-time thing, and I was ready to go home so I could process everything that happened.” I let out a deep breath once I finish talking.
He quirks a brow at me but doesn’t make a move.
“You done now, Angel?” He uncrosses his arms before taking a few steps closer until he’s towering over me. His hand comes up to my jaw in a firm grip before forcing my eyes to his, his face morphing into something else. “I want you to listen, and listen good,Tate.” I know Damon would never hurt me, but the anger in his eyes makes me swallow hard in fear. “First off, if I recall correctly, you did ask me for permission to come last night, so that’s not true. Second,” his anger quickly morphs into a smile, “this was never a one-time thing. The moment you walked into my room; you were mine.”
I know I should be terrified by his words, but what scares me the most is that I’m not.
“I like you,” he says, his lips brushing mine.
“You don’t even know me.”
His brown eyes peer into mine, his hand on my jaw now rubbing small circles, and oddly enough, it's soothing my erratic heartbeat. He chuckles, which causes the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up. “I know a lot more than you think, Angel.”
Good lord, that should scare the fuck out of me, but it only turns me on more. It also makes me want to know what hemeans by that, but before I get the chance, his hand is sliding to the back of my neck, and his mouth crashes against mine.
Chapter Eleven
Tate
Damon and I haven't left the bed since he carried me back up here. But now my bladder is begging me to get out of bed once again. A hot cup of coffee would be nice too.
Trying to roll out of bed, I’m stopped by two big arms wrapping themselves around my waist. A warm breath hits my neck before the light kisses start to spread.
“Damon. I have to pee," I say, letting out a small laugh.
“No,” he responds before turning me so my face is level with his tattoo-covered chest. He looks down at me with so much adoration that I have no idea how to feel about it. Yesterday was a random day. A day I thought would go like every other one. There was never a time I genuinely thought I’d be thankful Maddie dragged my ass out to a party. Yesterday, I was still wondering what it would be like to have Damon’s attention. Now that I have it, it’s something I never want to let go of. We only spent last night together, but I’ve already learned a lot about the person he is when he’s not at school or around people.
I snuggle closer to his chest, never wanting to lose this feeling of happiness that hasn’t left my chest since the moment he grabbed my hand and told me to come upstairs.
“Alright, I need to pee and then shower. Oh, and coffee,” I mumble into his chest. “Preferably in that order.” He shakes his head before he leans down and places a heartfelt kiss on my lips, then sighs.
“Let’s get going then. The sooner we get you clean, the sooner I can make you dirty again,” he says as I’m scooting off the bed and heading in the direction of the bathroom, with him just a few steps behind me.
