This Won't Work

Vigorously

"And she don't wanna fuck around
And I don't wanna leave this bed"

- Chase Atlantic

Damien woke up to ruffled hair and a headache.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself, half-remembering the events of last night.

He shut his aching eyes and sat on the edge of his bed. The windows had been left open last night and the light coming in wasn't pleasant. He took a deep breath before sulking over to the bathroom.

His room was the exact replica of Elana's. He had the same marble counters, the same glass shower, the same fancy faucet, and the same mirror in which he currently stared at his reflection.

Today was his sister's wedding. He tried to not have any emotions about it. He tried to make it just another day but it was nearly impossible.

Damien remembers she was always focused on school and starting her publishing business. In all 28 years of her life she's only had one boyfriend and suddenly, five years later, she shows up with a man Damien has never met before.

He knew he was younger than her but he still felt the need to be protective over her. Even though Marissa had left them she was still family, and surprisingly enough Damien cared.

He felt his heart wince just a little whenever his sister laughed alongside Charles. Whenever they kissed. Whenever they did anything together, really. That wasn't something Damien was used to seeing.

He was proud of her, of course. Very supportive. But at the same time just a little sad.

Before it caught up to him he shook his thoughts away and his reflection met him once again.

Somewhere deep inside of him, in a place he didn't dare to mess with he couldn't help but wonder when it would be his turn to find the love of his life.

*****

Elana clasped a silver necklace around her neck. It was dainty and paired with the dress perfectly. She had curled her hair an hour ago and just finished her makeup. All that was left were the heels which Marissa had brought to Elana yesterday morning.

She knew they had been expensive, and Charles had most likely paid for them, but couldn't deny they were beautiful.

After putting the heels on she made her way to the elevator. She paused when her hazel eyes met dark ones.

Damien stood inside the Elevator fixing his watch. Elana had thought he looked gorgeous before. This was another level. The black suit looked absolutely perfect on him. His hair was neatly slicked back and he had shaved, leaving a sharp jawline to her view.

She stepped inside the elevator, her body stiff and uncomfortable under his gaze. She wanted to stare at him the same way he did her, but couldn't bring herself to.

She looked beautiful. He had never seen a dress fit someone so perfectly. It fit her eyes, it fit her hair, it fit her body. His breath was quickening, which is something that never happened to him.

What was she doing to him?

"Good morning, Elana," He held back every reaction that was threatening to appear. He wanted to gasp, he wanted to hyperventilate, he wanted to collapse, he wanted to grab her face and kiss her lips, he wanted to fuck her right here. He wanted so many things but didn't do any of them.

He just stared.

"Good morning,"

Her voice was so sweet. It was even sweet when she argued with him.