Morgan's POV
After my shower, I turn to my closet to find something to wear. Hmm, a dress because I know he likes to have access to me all the time. I love this polka-dotted dress that I found at the thrift store. It's an all-over white dress with black dots. I paired it with some simple black flats, a black cardigan, and a gold necklace that Damien got me when we went on our first date. I kept my blonde hair straightened, flowing down my back but kept it cute with a black headband. I grab my black bag and my phone, seeing it light up with a text.
D: I'm outside. Are you ready?
M: Yes, I am! I'll be right out.
I walk out of my room and when I passed my parents, I could hear faint giggling and other...noises that I didn't want to repeat.
"Mom, Dad, I'm leaving! Also spending the night with Damien!" I call out.
"Behave yourself!" I hear Mom say.
"Okay, love you!" They said it back and I assumed went back to whatever it is they were doing. Oh, I am so happy I am leaving for the night. If they started now, they would be going all night and I would see things that no child should ever see. I shudder at the very thought. I quickly left the house, remembering to lock the door. I rush down the driveway to see Damien leaning against his car. Fuck, he is just handsome. He's in a black dress shirt, black jeans, a gold chain around his neck, and his black rings. Rings on the fingers that make me...Nope, ma'am, it is way too early for you to be horny for him.
He looks up and gives me a small smile when he sees me. I wrap my arms around his neck and breathe in his musky, manly scent. I'm sure he's doing the same with me.
"Mm, you always smell so good," I mumble. His chuckle tickles my neck. He kisses my neck before pulling away and kissing my lips. Mm, this is heaven. I kiss him back and before it turns heated like I know it will, I pull away. He sighs and I giggle.
"Come on, big guy. I'm hungry and I think you should feed me first before trying to get into my pants." He raises an eyebrow at me before smirking. I roll my eyes and slap his arm.
"Not funny. You knew what I meant now let's go, please" He opens the passenger door for me and I slide it. Not before he lands a slap on my ass. I shriek and he just chuckles. Such a cheeky bastard. But it's okay. He gets into the driver's seat and we start to drive to my favorite Mexican spot, Abuelita's. This restaurant is pure gold. I'm telling you, there is no other place better than Abuelita's. If I wasn't mated to Damien, I would absolutely want to be mated to the quesabirria tacos or birria ramen. I could die right now, eating that and I would be so happy.
Once we got to the restaurant, we are greeted by the hostess who smiles at us and grabs our menus. Can you tell we've been here a few times? She gives us our regular table and we have a seat. As I sit with Damien, I can't help but wonder why he never speaks. I think I asked this question to Dominic when I went to visit Marisela but all he said was he was more in touch with his wolf side, he goes into phases of not speaking unless he has to. That would make sense. He's more possessive right now and non-verbal. I think I'm going to go with that theory for now.
I hold his hand and kiss the back of it. He kisses my hand back, his lips lingering. Man, they are just so full and luscious. I love feeling them on me.
Our waitress, Ivana, walks over with a big smile on her face.
"Hey, guys! Welcome back. We haven't seen you guys in a minute. What's new?" She asks, filling our cups with water.
"Well, I am practicing for the showcase at school and an audition to be the cafe's new house band."
"Ooh, that sounds exciting! Well, good luck! I know you'll get it. I live around the area Lissa lives and I've heard you guys play. You're so good!"
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Hello Darling: Book 1 (Completed)
General FictionThis is a series filled with different short stories about lust, love, and most of all, sex. You may have seen other books with this same concept but this is all my original writing and my original work! This is marked at MATURE so no one under the...
