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Avalyne
“You’re awake.” I hear Damien’s voice as he lurks through the slightly ajar door just before he enters.
“I am. I got chilly, so I grabbed your hoodie from the chair over there,” I say, shivering. “I hope you don’t mind.”
He shakes his head, insisting it’s fine.
My body is still sore from the effects of the drug, and I slowly slither out of his bed and hop to my feet. He watches me carefully. I bring my face inches from his, hooking one hand on his shoulder and wrapping the other around his neck. “Thank you for tonight. For rescuing me.”
With the most genuine look of worry on his face, he replies, “I’ve never been scared like that.” He loops his hands around my waist. “When I saw that asshole pulling your almost lifeless body out of the room, I–” His words cut off.
“Hey… hey…,” I say, cupping his cheeks in my hands, tilting his head towards me. “I’m okay, Damien. I’m right here, and I’m safe, thanks to you.” Making a joke at times of seriousness is my toxic trait.Keep it at bay, Ava.“If it wasn’t for that man slipping me a roofie, I may have never gotten to sleep in your extremely comfortable bed. I mean, is that a memory foam?!”
He laughs.Victory.“I’m not going to stand here and lie to you, Damien. I am afraid to be alone right now.”
“Rightfully so.”
I use my nails to lightly scratch the back of his head while basically pleading, “Would you lay with me?”
He clears his throat, “You want me to lay with you?” His cheeks flush an adorable shade of pink. I interlock our fingers and give him a tug toward the bed as I walk away.
“Would you mind if I changed? I’m not really the ‘sleep in jeans’ kinda guy,” he jokes.
“And since you’re new here, I won’t subject you to my regular sleeping attire.” He flashes his hands in front of his crotch and mouths the word ‘naked’, and smiles.
“You’re ridiculous!” As I laugh and crawl into bed, Damien removes his shirt and changes into his basketball shorts, giving me a perfect view of his broad chest and muscular arms covered with tattoos. He looks dangerous, but the kind of dangerous I can’t seem to resist. My eyes trace down the lines of his toned six-pack.Damn.This man looks like he’s straight out of a magazine.
No sooner does he crawl into bed do I feel his warm and muscular arm wrap around me and pull me close.
“This is nice,” I say, snuggling in closer.
“Firefly?”
“Mmm?”
“I like you.”
I like you, too. More than I care to admit.
The sun rays sweeping across my face wakes me from my dream. I don’t remember falling asleep last night. I hardly remember anything about it. It’s all just a blur. But, this morning, it feels so good to wake up and being able to inhale a familiar scent that brings a rare serenity to my soul. I slowly open my eyes to realize I’m buried in Damien’s warm chest. I look up to check if he’s still asleep. He is. Damn, he looks so gorgeous when he sleeps. So peaceful, too. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, gently draping his abs with my fingertips in circles. My cheeks flush at the lustful thoughts running through my mind. You know what’s sexy? We spent the last night together in his bed, and he didn’t even try to touch me. Damien Alarie is all man. At times, extra cocky and egotistical, but at the same time, caring and full of empathy.
“Mhmm,” I hear a sexy growl when he turns and plants a soft kiss on my forehead.
“Damien?” I whisper, looking up at his face, and see he has his eyes still closed. He must be still asleep. The kiss was so sweet, though. Even if it was an unconscious one.
The moment of my bliss breaks a loud vibration of my phone.Shit. Where is it?I gently pull out of Damien’s embrace and search across the room for my phone that keeps vibrating. I spot it on a round table next to a chair where Damien was sitting yesterday, watching me. Some images from the previous night flash before my eyes. Now I remember. Oliver dumped me. I got drugged. Damien saved me. He saved me.
I look back to admire the beauty of a man that the more I get to know, the more I crave. My phone vibrates again, but this time it’s a short one. It must be a text message. I get up out of bed and grab my phone, only to see four missed calls from Lilac and a text that I have a voice mail.
“Shit!” I stare at the phone screen, my heart beating like crazy.
“Don’t worry, Firefly,” a deep voice reaches my ears from behind magically soothes my nerves. “I talked to Lilac. She’s covering up for you.”
I turn to Damien, who gives me a reassuring but oh-so sexy smile.
“Oh, thank God,” I say, finally able to breathe. “Could you drop me off at her place? It’s 7 a.m., and I know my dad will want to pick me up before heading to work.”
“Sure,” he replies, casually sliding from under the silky duvet, and I can admire his perfectly-sculpted body in its full glory, again.
