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Then they'll be home.
And I should no longer be a virgin at that point. I better not be.
We can do it in Knox’s bed. Or on the couch. Everywhere. All the places.
Oh, my God. We are going to have sex on the kitchen table. Is Damon tall enough for that?
It doesn’t matter.
Vengeance is sweet. Or at least it will be.
I hope.
My cheeks heat at the thought. I shouldn’t feel embarrassed anymore. At this point I should be desensitized to all the nakedness I’ve seen lately. Yet, I’m not. It still turns my stomach in this weird twisted shameful way.
I feel even more shame though when I enjoy it.
What is wrong with me?
The glass double doors swing open and Delores skips out followed by Damon. He got his haircut and his acne has cleared up since the last time I saw him. I didn’t even know that rich kids had acne.
I guess I just thought wealth blessed you with flawless skin
That's the kind of standards my roommates have set for me.
And that's not the only expectations they've set into place for poor unsuspecting Damon.
His exposed chest snags my attention. A perfect ladder of lean muscles all in one attractive physique. Until you get to his face.
But, remember Violet, you’re not here for his face.
No one cares about the face right now.
My eyes dart back down to the vee of muscle that shows over his low sitting shorts.
Damon raises his eyebrows at me in question. No, ‘hello’ or ‘can I help you’ just a quizzical expression.
I wonder if he's mentally calculating how many gaming minutes I'm wasting right now.
“I was wondering if you could help me move a few things at the house real quick.” My confidence has somehow escaped me now that I’m here, the words all rushing out too hastily on a shallow breath.
Get it together Violet Demure. Keep your head in the game.
Because this is definitely a game.
“Where’s Knox and his buddies?” Damon crosses his arms over his chest, eyes shifting like he's waiting for them to jump him at any minute.
“Out,” I say, biting my lip. I’m seductive, be seductive.
Ow, that actually kind of hurts.
“Doesn’t he have help for this sort of thing?”
Oh, God. He isn’t buying it. Not for a second. And all I'm doing is bruising my lip by chewing on it like an old dog.
“Well, I was thinking maybe you could help me so we could maybe get to know each other before school starts. I could use some more… friends.” I mock his stance but fold my arms underneath my chest, giving the girls a little push up in the purposefully low cut top.
You are sexy. You are the definition of all things sensual. I repeat to myself hoping it’s translating through my body language.
