Missy woke up feeling well rested. That was the best night's sleep she'd ever had. Damon's bed had to be the most comfortable bed in the world and it smelled amazing. A mix of tempting spices and male musk. She smiled, inhaling deeply as she snuggled into the pillow.
Then furrowed her brows. Why was the pillow so hard? She opened her eyes, only to be greeted by a very large, tattoo covered chest. Her breathing quickened as she took in the picture in front of her. With her head on Damon's shoulder, she had a side view of his powerful chest.
He was on his back and her hand was across his chest, with his fist around her wrist. The sunlight shining in the window told her it was early morning. Which meant she should go. She gently started to move her hand but his grip on her wrist tightened.
Missy looked up at his face but he was still fast asleep. His low, rhythmic snores weren't hard, loud and overbearing. They were deep and in his chest. She tried to remove her wrist from him again but his hold just tightened again, like he refused to let her go. This time, he stopped breathing for a second, like he was listening for threats before it started back up again.
She smiled against his pec and settled back in. It looked like she wouldn't be leaving until he woke up. She quietly giggled. Even in his sleep he was on guard. It made her feel extremely safe. Not that he was trying to protect her, but the fact that he had protective instincts with himself, meant that nothing bad could happen to her if she was around him.
Missy cuddled closer, letting herself believe for a moment that he actually wanted her there. Of course she knew that he would push her away as soon as he woke up and that wasn't personal. She got the feeling that he didn't like anyone close. It wasn't just her.
She let his smell envelope her, his body heat warm her. The arm around her back tightened some as he brought it over her side, resting his hand on her waist. Her mind drifted to him waking up and pulling her closer, kissing her hard and demanding. The way she assumed he would kiss.
His hands running over her body as he slowly undressed her. His lips as they trailed kisses down her neck to her breasts. His rough palms sliding over her skin as they squeezed and kneaded her.
Missy squeezed her knees together, trying to get some friction against the heat around her throbbing clit. She may not have had sex before, but she knew what it felt like to have a man touch her. She missed that touch, almost needed it.
She knew she wasn't going to get that touch from Damon, but maybe hanging out with him would introduce her to other guys? That was something she could only hope for. The hold on her waist and the one at her wrist tightened at the same time. Then she was let go.
Damon rubbed his face with his hand and she sat up, moving away from him.
"Sorry." She whispered. He shrugged and stood up from the bed. Going to the bathroom without saying a word to her. Missy sighed and chewed her lip. Was he mad? She climbed out of the giant bed and grabbed her bag. Changing quickly with her back turned to the bathroom door, she slipped off her shorts and pulled her jeans up.
Leaving the tank on and not wanting to chance putting her bra on, she just threw on her knitted cardigan. Stuffing everything back in her bag, she zipped it and sat it on the couch as the door opened. Missy grabbed the edges of her cardigan and pulled them around her. The extra slack made one of the shoulders slide off.
She ran her fingers through her hair as she looked up at Damon. He was digging in his drawers for clothes.
"I better head out. Thank you, for letting me stay." She said as she grabbed her socks and shoes.
"Do you have to work after classes today?" He asked without turning around.
She laughed softly and shook her head. "I don't have classes. I'm not in college. But no. I don't work today." She was always off on Thursday and Saturday.
He didn't say anything as he closed the drawer and went to his closet. His voice was muffled and barely audible from inside.
"Do you want to come back again tonight?" She stared at the open closet door in shock. "We can do some more work on the coaching." He added. She closed her mouth and shook her head. Of course he didn't want her to stay the night again.
"Sure." She said as she slipped on her shoe and stood from the couch. "What time do you want me here?"
"I'll pick you up from your place at seven." He said as he walked out, pulling a shirt over his head. She let her eyes say goodbye to the beautiful abs that were disappearing.
"Okay, that's fine. I'll be waiting out front." He nodded as she grabbed her bag and headed for the door.
"Where the hell are you going?" She turned to look at him in confusion.
"Um...home?" Missy questioned. Was she not supposed to leave yet?
"I'll take you home." Damon demanded as he grabbed his shoes. He shoved his socked feet in and stalked to the door without tying the laces.
"Oh, you don't have to. You have a class to get to." She declined.
"I have an hour before class. I can get you to your house. Come on." The steely demand was thrown over his shoulder as he walked out the door. He turned and waited for her to exit before shutting and locking it.
They quietly walked down the stairs, him two steps behind her, then they were out the door and climbing into his truck. Damon shut the door for her and went around to his side as she buckled in. She sat her phone down on the center console so that she could pull the shoulders of the cardigan back into place.
Her phone dinged but she ignored it as she made sure her seatbelt was in place. When she looked up Damon was scowling down at her phone. The screen was black, showing nothing. Missy picked it up. The truck was started as she hit the button to light up the screen. She'd expected to see a message from Monica, but was greeted by a text from Myles instead. Short and sweet, the whole thing was displayed on the front screen.
Myles- I miss you.
Missy sighed and opened her phone to send him a message back.
Missy- Myles, you have to stop this. You don't miss me.
She decided not to send anything else. It was the truth. He didn't miss her. He hadn't even wanted her to go with him when he left and he hardly ever messaged her. Missy was sure he only sent the messages to keep her on a line. Like she'd actually be waiting for him to get back.
She scoffed and shook her head. Yeah, right. He left, telling her he wanted to be single during college and that he'd be back. Missy wasn't stupid. She knew that that meant he wanted to sleep with other girls. Not that he was getting it from her.
And he wasn't even hiding the fact that he had other girls. She couldn't take him back after that. Didn't want to. It wasn't like she was missing him or anything. They were together and then they weren't. The end.
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