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Glancing across the room at the door listing on its hinges, I groan and my head falls back against the pillow.
“Maybe you should be more patient next time, Champ. You fucked everything up when you first walked in here.”
Fuck that shit.
Nothing is stopping me from stripping her down and having my way with her.
Blue laughs. “Too bad. It could have been fun.”
“It can still be fun,” I answer.
“How?”
Sometimes it pays off to arrive before everyone else.
I push up from the bed to climb to my feet. After grabbing Blue’s bag, I reach down to pull her up, my mouth to her ear before she’s fully balanced.
“We’re switching rooms,” I say on a laugh. “Ezra and Emily can have this one.”
Blue laughs and follows along behind me. “How do we explain the door?”
“We don’t. That sounds like athemproblem, Blue. And definitely not anusproblem.”
We cross through the living room, and it hits me that Blue and I have becomeus.
I’m not sure how to feel about that.
Amélie
Damon and I didn’t share more stories once we changed rooms. Our hands were on each other, our clothes tugged off. He worshiped my body with everything he had, but I still wouldn’t let him have the one thing he wanted.
Can I kiss you, Blue?
He’d practically begged.
I refused, a small voice inside me saying that while Damon might be sharing a few of his nightmares, there are ones that he still keeps to himself—ones that he’s not ready to reveal because we both have the same demons.
Trust.
It’s a simple word. One syllable. Nothing a third grader or maybe even younger wouldn’t be able to comprehend.
But it’s meaning runs deep to our core.
When we trust, we hand over everything to the people we deem worthy. Everything. Our lives, our hopes, our dreams, our shames, our victories and our fears. And yet even though trust should be rock solid, there’s always a small part that remains fragile. One bad decision. One wrong word. And it falls apart.
I sure as hell don’t trust Damon, and he doesn’t trust me. But for a moment I thought that we were trying.
At least until a knock at my door wakes me up, the bed empty beside me.
My eyes open, still hazy from sleep, and I glance at the window to see that the sun hasn’t yet lifted over the horizon. The sky is an ombré mix of colors, dark on top, to twilight purple, to a rich gold that spread its wings out from a center of pure light.
“Ames, are you up?”
Another knock.
“Can we come in?”
A female voice, but I don’t quite recognize it. Keeping all of his friends straight in my head hasn’t been easy.
