thirteen - 'admiring '

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I couldn't help but stare at him. He was so freaking handsome. His hands were wrapped around my waist and I had rested my head on his chest all night long.

My cheeks were red as I remembered an event from the previous night. The way he took control of the kiss. The way he held me. All had my heart on a run.

I looked at his lips, trying to remember how they felt against mine. His lips were warm and soft. A simple kiss had sent me into a daze.

" Are you done admiring me?" He questioned and I snapped out of my thoughts. My eyes widened and my lips opened wide. He opened his eyes, chuckled and brought his finger to my mouth. His thumb tracing over my lips before he inserted it into my mouth.

I closed my mouth and decided to suck on it. Damien blushed and rapidly pulled back.

" I don't want a boner." I smirked and he blushed even more. I wanted him so bad.

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I sat down in the passenger seat and he sat in the driver's seat. Debating whenever or not to chew my nails. My first date ever was with a guy.

Damien had a shitty car. It was a white and old fashioned car that I was sure they stopped making in the 80's. The car had to be the scariest car I'd been in. It was like the tires were made out of knives. Despite all the times I almost flew out of my seat. I still felt safe in his presence regardless.

" Shopping?" I guessed as he stopped the car in front of a mall. I shuddered. I wasn't a big fan of shopping as the employees made me feel so little uneasy.

But I wasn't about to ruin our date.

" No, we're going to the library. " He said pointing at the store next to it. My eyes widened, how did he know I liked books?

" You always had your head stuck in a book during your breaks. " He said and I blushed. Had he always noticed me? I tried my best to blend at work.

"Plus, I want to figure out what's going on with us. I want to know why we feel like we're mates when we aren't." He added and I froze in my seat.

I knew it was patheic of me but i didn't want to know the answer. I was scared. What if we weren't mates? What would happen to us then?

" What's wrong ?" He sounded concerned. I wanted to tell him I didn't want to go. But I didn't want to ruin anything. Not our first date together.

" Nothing. I'm just nervous." I lied, but that only made me feel worse. What type of person lies to their Master?

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Can you tell I didn't put much effort into this chapter ;-; . Oct 8, 5:12. In Paris waiting for our flight.

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