He Is My Roommate

Chapter 23: Something's Not Right

I scan the note with wide eyes reading it over and over again, my ball gown suddenly feeling heavier than usual on my body. My hands tremble as I finally turn around to face Damon who had gone as stiff as a statue. His face was emotionless, but his body was tense and his jaw was clenched. 

"The fire..." I clutch onto the note dreading what I was about to say next. "It ... it wasn't an accident was it?"

"Give me that!" he growls angrily, snatching the note away from  my hands. 

"Answer me!" I yell out, "Who sent you this?!"

Damon crumples the note into a ball and stuffs it in his pocket.

 "It's none of your fucking business", he replies  a hint of anger evident in his voice. "Stay out of this."

His cold aloof attitude instantly put a wall between us again - giving me second thoughts about his kindness. 

"How is it none of my business!" I step closer to him my lips quivering and my heart rate accelerating with fear and anger. My heels stung like knives against my sore feet but I did not care.

"Someone ...." I breathe in almost choking,  "Someone tried to kill you!"

With a swift motion Damon steps closer to me shrinking the gap between us. The floorboards creak through the silence of the dark room as he places his hands on my shoulders to steady me. He then shoots his finger to my lips silencing me in mere seconds.

 "Shhhh", he whispers huskily. "Stop yelling its past midnight, the neighbors might hear you."

I shudder at the feeling of his finger against my lips and at our close proximity. 

"We should call the cops..." I lower my voice. As I talk my lips graze his finger and I blush lowering my head. 

His eyes flash like hot green flames through the reflection of the moon from the window. He moves his finger from my lips and cups my chin gently. His hand; big and warm like a fire engulfing me. 

"It's probably just a prank", he tilts my head up, "you know how many girls hate me in this school" his voice is raspy and his eyes don't leave mine.

I suddenly feel dizzy and blame it on the champagne.

I'm worried and scared. First the masked creep and now this letter. How did my life become like this? Who was Damon Carson really? What was he involved with? I knew nothing about him. Before I met him my life was average, boring, and peaceful. I was just a normal Texas country-girl whose life revolved around studying and my scholarship. Now I lie to my friends, I lie to Mike, and I am feeling things I am not supposed to. 

My thoughts are suddenly interrupted.

As if sensing my worry, Damon begins to stroke his thumb over my cheek. Gently, softly, in delicate tingling circles. My heart starts stammering in my chest and a feeling I've never felt before ignites in my core, what was he doing?

Was it a way for him to hush me? Because if it was, it was definitely working.

His green eyes don't leave mine, locking me into a whirlpool of emerald and hazel flickers. His traces against my cheek feel so delicate they almost tickle. I involuntarily tilt my head to the side and close my eyes absorbing every sensation. Aching for more. Touch me more please.

RRRRRRRING

My eyes snap open and Damon immediately steps back pulling his hand away and raking it through his hair. It was the first time I had seen him make  a surprised expression. My phone continued to vibrate in my purse interrupting whatever it was, that was happening between us.