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Damon blinks blankly for a moment. Then he glances at his little sister.
“Go inside and get out of the dirt. You look like the kids who go to public school.” He frowns at her but she listens with a nod and heads inside. “Tell Dad I’m heading over to help the neighbor,” he hollers after her.
When he looks back at me, he's smirking. It’s a funny expression on his strangely un-symmetrical face. Without trying, I’m smiling wildly because I know today is the day. I’m not going to feel like a naive child anymore among overly sexualized men. I will no longer be ashamed. After this, I will feel like the woman I was meant to grow up and be.
I’m almost eighteen. It’s time.
I’m ready.
Butterflies feel like they’re vomiting in my stomach and I have to take a deep breath to ease the sensation.
With a tilt of my head I motion for him to follow me and he does. He doesn’t trail behind me but walks next to me. I can feel his ego growing with each step.
It almost puts me off.
Almost. Not quite. I’m too determined. That and Damon is the only other guy I know here so...it just feels right, I guess.
A nervous sigh parts my lips but I push down those uneasy feelings. Today is the day.
“Is there a lot to move?” he teases, his smooth arm brushing mine.
“Just a few things.” I watch him carefully. “You wouldn’t believe how heavy my bed is. And I only need to move it a few inches back. Or forward. Haven't decided yet.”
Back and forth maybe?
“We can try both and see what you like.”
I laugh quietly like I’ve seen the girls do when they flirt with Reed. I take the extra step, though, to reach up and brush my hand against his arm with the soft giggle I'm pushing from my lips. His chest puffs up.
Ego and pride. So much pride in just one body with a particularly unattractive face.
It's hard for me to really grasp, but I guess this is the self-confidence an abundance of money breeds.
We're met with the cool air conditioning as we step into the house. I don’t know if Damon has ever been inside here but he doesn’t seem too impressed with anything. His steps are light and quiet as he trails next to me up toward Knox’s bedroom.
Our bedroom.
“Here we are.” The door swings open to reveal the large space, perfectly clean wooden floors. I made sure of it.
His eyebrows furrow. “Uh, why are there two beds?”
“Oh, Reed stays in here too. The other rooms down the hall are being renovated so…” I trail off, watching him bob his head as he takes in the information. “But this bed is mine, the one that needs to be moved.”
Hint, hint, double virgin hint.
If somehow in his dense brain he hasn’t figured out what I’ve been hinting at yet he sure as hell better get it now. The bed isn’t heavy. Doesn’t even remotely look heavy. It’s a queen size mattress on a simple thin metal frame, headboard unattached in that fancy ass floating decor look.
I could easily push this bed by myself. Hell, I’ve even done it on accident at times when I sit down too hard. Actually, I think it might even be on wheels.
Really, the hints are obvious. Obnoxiously obvious.
I feel too thin, less curvaceous than the girls that Reed brings home but I put full effort into trying to mimic them. Trying to put every ounce of sexy I have into my walk, I prowl over to the bed. I sit crossing my legs but not bothering to pull my skirt down as it rises up my thighs.
Damon walks up to me, examining me from head to toe. His tongue races out over his lips before he places his arms on the bed around me and leans down to my face.
“I think I can help with that.” His voice is rough and dark and spirals adrenaline right through me.
I don’t move away as he lowers his mouth to mine. The kiss is mediocre at best. It’s wet and sloppy. Not at all the way I've seen my guys kiss girls.
