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“What? Are you a vampire or something? Do I have to invite you in?”
Damon pulls me back to him, spinning me like we’re in a dance. My back crashes to his front at the same time as his teeth sink into my neck.
Holy fuck.
My knees are ready to cave with him licking at the spot he bit down on. “You need to pack.”
“What for?” I turn to face him again, enjoying the way his hands grasp my hips.
“We’re going on a field trip.” I laugh because he’s got that uncertain haze in his eyes, and it’s making me nervous. “I’ll pick you up at eight tomorrow morning.”
“Where are we going?”
Damon visibly takes a moment, like he’s trying to get his fill or memorize my face, before he kisses me again. It’s a short, firm press of our lips. Nothing like what we just shared.
Taking a step back, he hooks his thumbs into his jean pockets, making the bulge of his erection more prominent.
We’re not done. He wants more as much as I do.
“We’re having lunch with Warner. He can’t wait to sit down with you.”
He’s chewing on his lip, but his stance is all business. And I’m so fucking stupid. I’m not anything to him—I’m business with perks.
“See you tomorrow.” I walk inside and am about to close the door when he holds it open.
“Ava…”
I wait for him to say something. Anything. But Damon stands there looking at me like I’m a problem he needs to solve. Like I mean something, but maybe too much has happened and it’s too late for any of it to be more than what it is. It’s all a fucking pipe dream.
“Good night, little mouse.” He grins, but it doesn’t have its usual mean glint. And while I watch him walk away, I pull the neckline of his top over my nose and mouth, breathing in his scent. Trying to suffocate the tears stinging my eyes as he disappears.
Good night, Damon.
Chapter 12
Ava
Damon comes to a stop in front of the sprawling home. The sun is shining down over a large oak on the front lawn. It’s beautiful, and nothing like what I expected from Callum Warner and his wife. They seem like the super-modern show home type.
This house is cute with its off-white cladding and worn gray shingle roof. The weathervane topping one of the dormer windows spins with the spring bluster. It’s perfectly picturesque with the way it sits amongst the verdant trees and lawn.
“We’re here,” Damon announces, ducking to look across me to the property.
“It’s not what I expected.”
He chews on his lip as he glances at me with raised brows. “Well, it’s home.”
It takes a second for the penny to drop. “Excuse me?”
Without answering my question, he gets out of the car, standing at the front hood, like he’s admiring the place. I should climb across the center console and run the shit out of him.
But of course, he grins at me with his stupid charismatic grin, and everything sets on fire inside me.
Fuck, I hate him!
Getting out of the car, I slam the door to his McLaren as hard as I can before I stand gawking at the house like he is.
Damon comes to stand beside me after a moment. His shoulder nudges me like it’s meant to make me stop freaking the hell out.
