A Vulnerable Mess. Boyxboy

eight - Damien's POV

I literally just wrote this for the sake of writing since this book is somehow starting to feel more like work to me.

Rereading this story really helped me realize how important this story was to me and how much I wish to continue it.

--- Damien's Pov

I felt shitty seeing someone so precious cry like that. Not knowing what to do and just watching him whimper I'm sorry's and my name. My freaking name. I brushed my fingers through his blond hair as he started softly snoring.

I'd never seen a person sleep so much. Maybe it was because of my scent. His scent had an effect on me that was undescribable. I could see it in his face that my scent had the same effect on him.

But why?

Angel's pov

I woke up and felt his arms around my waist. I was snuggled into his chest and his head was rested on top of mines.

His embrace made me feel .... safe ?
What is wrong with me? I thought. It didn't make any sense. There was no way I could have been feeling safe. The feeling was impossible to achieve unless it's your mate.

Unless... No that wouldn't make any sense, you can only tell it's your mate after or on their 22th birthday. So even if damien was my mate I shouldn't have been feeling safe. If he was my mate my wolf would've told me.

I decided to ignore my thoughts and enjoy his embrace. He smelled so good and intoxicating. A scent I couldn't
describe. I loved it. Happy and complete is what I'd describe my heart when I'm around him.

I blushed. Then I heard a slight chuckle. His deep and menacing chuckle that put Corpse Husband out of business.

"Angel." Damien softly whispered, which only made me feel even more safe.

" At the bdsm dungeon. Your scent invaded my senses and I knew someone was having some sort of internal struggle."I froze as I realized he knew I was going through something that night.

Alpha's can sense if an omega is having an anxiety attack , and something like a panic attack. He knew I was having one of those things but he probably wasn't sure which one.

I gulped and and he pulled his head away so he could stare into my eyes. His brown chocolate eyes made me feel even safer if it's possible.

" Yeah I was having a panic attack." I whispered as we stared into each other's eyes. My heart pounding against my chest.

" Would you mind if I asked you why?" He gently whispered back. I bluntly smiled because of the tone of his voice. I managed to escape his gaze as I answered his question.

" Well I get them frequently. Mostly because of trauma. " I whispered the second part so softly that even god wouldn't have heard me if he tried.

" What are they like? Do you have medicine for it? What were you doing in such a dangerous situation? " He sounded like a worried mother. I blushed and slowly looked back into his eyes.

" They are painful sometimes. No, I can't afford the medicine because I don't have insurance. I know it's stupid of me not to have insurance, but it's just too expensive. For your last question I wasn't thinking." I took a deep breath when I finished talking.

Damien just stared into my eyes and we had a huge moment of silence. As he seemed to be thinking. 'Does he think I'm dumb for not having insurance. Does he not believe me for saying my panic attack is painful. Does he think I'm a burden." Those thoughts raced through my head.

Suddenly he clears his mouth and says.

" Would you like to live with me?"

Dragon ball z outro starts to play.

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June , 24, 2021

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