Complicated

Chapter 5: Bets

Kathy's POV

Tonight, none of us were supposed to meet up, we were all still hungover. My stupid hangover made me wake up later than usual and I couldn't go on my morning jog. One that Nova and Roxy always call me crazy for going on. Like... I'm sorry for enjoying the thrill a morning jog gives me? Honestly, there is nothing more beautiful than looking at the sunrise as you listen to music after an accomplished jog.

Right now, Nova and Roxy had gone over to 'study'. I know damn well they went over to try and seduce my manwhore of a brother. Disgusting. He's not even that good looking. Plus, unlike Damon, Ric drops his 'conquests' after one night and never speaks to them again. Damon has the common decency to at the very least speak to them afterwards, he's nicer. A respectful manwhore. I was left alone in my dorm room, and I was reading one of my personal favorites: Bridge to Terabithia to try and take my mind off of Damon Lovegood.

I've inherited this love of reading from my parents, all three of us, my siblings and me, like to read actually, but I especially love it. I love summers where I can be sitting on the bay window beside my dad and both of us would each read our books, laughing along when something was funny or tearing up when something was sad.

Despite having read Bridge to Terabithia before, Leslie's death still kills me. I saw a teardrop fall on my page when a knock came at my door. I bookmarked my page and stood up, heading over to answer it. I found Damon, leaning on the door, and his face immediately switched from seductive to worried.

"What's wrong, love?" He asked me, taking my face in his hands and wiping the tears that had streaked my face away. He cares? Hmm... let's test that theory. I decided to cry even harder and his worry grew, he held my face in his hands and pressed a light kiss on my forehead. He does care. And the award for best actress goes to... moi. I stopped crying and looked up at his tall stature. He called me 'love'. He doesn't even tell his sister he loves her. "Can you tell me what's wrong now?"

"I umm... Leslie died." I pouted.

"Leslie? Who's Leslie? I'm so sorry for your loss, love."

"No. It's not a real person. It's a character." I stepped away from him to grab the book from my bed and bring it to him. "Leslie Burke is a character in Bridge to Terabithia." I explained.

"Seriously? You were crying because of a bloody book?" He scoffed at me.

"Read it. I assure you, you'll cry."

"I will not." He shrugged but took the book anyway. "And to prove it to you, I will read it." He placed the book in his back pocket. I can't wait until we can wear trousers next year and I can have a book in my back pocket all the time.

"What's up?" I asked him and immediately he stepped closer to me, taking my hips in his hands and pulling me even closer to him until I was centimeters away. I looked at him, slightly confused but also eager for what I hoped was about to come.

"Are you sober?" He asked me and I quickly nodded my head. "May I...?" He asked again and I gave him the same response. "I need verbal consent."

"Yes." I said quickly and he immediately pressed his lips to mine, slipping his hand under my untucked shirt and pulling me by the waist, and grabbing hold of the back of my neck with the other hand, pulling my face in closer for the kiss. Lord have mercy. His tongue grazed my bottom lip and I opened my mouth more, allowing him entrance. I don't understand why everyone complains about french kissing. Everyone else must've been doing this wrong, because let me tell you, this feels great to me.

We stayed there a couple moments longer, with his fingertips grazing my skin, and he ended by nipping my bottom lip lightly, but hard enough to make me want more. Woah. He finally pulled away and we both worked to catch our breath. Wow. I felt heat rise in my cheeks and Damon seemed to notice it too, since he cupped my cheek with his hand and rubbed at the rosy pink parts of it.