20. Bad boy kiss

I felt like I couldn't blink my eyes at the sight in front of me. Damon was standing shirtless in front of me. He was holding his tee in his left hand, it was hanging loose. His face was stuck just like me and he made no motion of covering himself which made me blush even more. Suddenly the room felt hot and I could my stomach flip.




At his intense stare, I spluttered, unable to tear my eyes away, "Uhh... you're shirtless"




Damon who had been quiet for a while made a sound, "Thanks for stating the obvious"



My cheeks reddened at that. He inched closer and I took a step back, all while maintaining eye contact. Something inside me wanted to just give in. Submit. The feeling was weird. Not at all something I experienced before and it scared me.




"Aww, pup you're blushing," He said in a mocking tone as I slid back, my back finally resting against the cold wall. Damon was standing an inch away from me. From the distance, I could see every detail of his face. The way light stubble adorned his cheeks and a tiny mole at the corner of his lips which I had never noticed before.




He inched even closer, his feet touching mine and that's when I audibly gasped. The close proximity was something I was still not used to. My eyes rolled back at his powerful scent surrounding us. His eyes were prettier than I remembered. It felt like they were getting darker as he blinked.




As his hand came up towards my cheek my eyes fluttered shut. I could feel his heavy breathing on my lips and for a moment I forgot about everything. The only thing I wanted was him to just clean forward and press his lips against mine. Just thinking about his soft chapped lips made my toes curl.




Damon had something about him that always drove me towards him. Even before I found out that he was innocent I was still feeling the pull towards him. How can that be justified? why was I experiencing these sort of strong feelings for him?




All these kind of thoughts were going around in my mind when I noticed him leaning closer. His vanilla scent got stronger and my lips quivered in anticipation. I could feel his pad of thumb tracing my cheek as if he was trying to control himself. As he pushed his thumb towards my lips, I shuddered. He lightly traced my lips.




"Please stop me" He whispered, his thumb disappearing back to my cheek and his lips hovering over mine. The warmth of his body felt nice and I wanted to lean in more, completely immerse myself in him and not think about anything else.




I shook my head, "I won't-"



His lips pushed against mine before I could finish the sentence. My eyes rolled back at the intense feelings inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he continued kissing my lips. My toes curled into its own accord and I sagged plaintly against him. He gripped my waist with his other hand while his right hand was thumbing my cheek, lightly stroking the skin like he couldn't believe that I was real and pressed against him.




As his tongue touched my bottom lip I shivered, opening my mouth and he delved inside. His tongue licked my mouth intensely, like a starving man. I tilted my head, letting him take control of the kiss. He softly stroked my tongue with his and my skin tingled at the new sensation.




After a few seconds, he pulled back, gasping for air and rested his forehead against mine. Our hearts were beating like crazy and the only sound along with our ragged breaths to echo around the room. I stayed there for a while, my eyes closed in the fear that the moment will fade away if I open my eyes.




Damon pulled back, his eyes shifting towards the door and then his shirt. As he began to pull his shirt on I looked away, suddenly feeling shyer than before. I licked my lips, wincing at the reminder that they were swollen because of him. He cleared his throat as if to make me aware. Before he could open his mouth his phone rang loudly. He rushed back to disconnect the call and that was it.
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I was distracted the entire time, my eyes kept shifting towards Damon who seemed so calm and cool as if nothing happened. How can he pretend to be fine? It irked me thinking that it may just be another kiss for him. Maybe I should have really stopped him when he asked me to. That thought made my skin itch even more.




"Anya" He whispered, his voice making me a jerk. I snapped my attention towards him when I noticed that he was staring at me. The novel we were reading was The Great Gatsby because it was something I had read multiple times. Damon was hesitant to start.




"Hmm?"



"Are you fine?" He questioned, his eyebrows knitting together. Instead of answering his question I chewed on my lips, staring at the carpet on the floor.




Damon's bedroom was massive. Double the size of my room combined with Aechia's. His king-size bed was on the other side of the room with a huge makeshift couch on one side. There were a study table and a chair in the corner. The white door across it was the closet connected to the washroom. I was a bit envious at how huge and clean it was. Something that I could only dream of. The walls were surprisingly teal colour with oldest vinyl records framed and hanging on one side. I had never print him for the kind of guy who would listen to vinyl. Then again I should have known when by the vinyl player on the desk table. The records were on the top shelf arranged neatly below the books collection. His room spoke too loud unlike him.



"Hmm," I hummed, focusing back on the text because I had no answers for him. Yeah, I was still pissed about him kissing me and not talking about it.




"Seriously this again?" He groaned, slamming the book shut. I glared at him.



"What?"



"You act all weird like you are hiding something. I just know it"



At that, I felt caught. How did he know me so well? Its been what few weeks since our friendship. I clicked my tongue in annoyance and stood up. As much as I wanted to talk about what happened I was not appreciating his tone. Besides, it made my blood boil as I realised that we did prove his uncle's word right by making out.



"I'll see you in school tomorrow" I zipped my bag when he pressed his lips together.



"Are you serious?"



"You tell me"





"Anya-" He stood up, a tired sigh leaving his lips as he stood up. His phone rang again. It was the fourth time and he kept hanging up every single time.





"Should take that" I patted his shoulder in a mocking way and dashed across him. He groaned behind me trying to say something but I was out of there before he could open his mouth.




As I stepped down from the stairs the hushed voice caught my ears. I knew it was stupid to eavesdrop but a particular name caught my attention and I couldn't turn away from that. I looked over my shoulder to see if Damon was following me but to my luck, he wasn't. Releasing a sigh I tiptoed my way towards the swimming pool area. The voices got louder as I got closer. When I found the wall which gave me the perfect view of Mr Smith I slid back and pressed my ears towards it.





"Ryan no-" I cursed under my breath that I wasn't able to hear the other side clearly. It did sound like our professor's voice though and it scared me.





"Listen here Ryan we pay you for doing that one job"




My blood ran cold at that. Kay was right. Maybe someone was behind everything and trying to cover up all and pin it on Damon. I felt the anger bubble inside me and I wanted to yank Mr Smith's hair.





"No more excuses. Got it?" There was silence again as if Ryan was trying to explain.





"Meet me after the pack meeting." Mr Smith finally gritted out and from his back, he was clearly tensed. His posture tight and shoulders clenched.




Pack meeting? I thought with confusion. What is that? Before I could fully wonder my foot hit the nearby pot and Mr Smith turned around. I quickly scrambled out of there. As soon as I made it to the door I took a quick breath. Was Mr Smith behind all this? But Damons his nephew? Why would he do that? Whatever it was I can only find out in that pack meeting. Only if I knew what that was.
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