Love is Pain || Damon Torrance

VII: Chapter Seven

Present

I could feel a breath on my neck and the weight of arms and legs draped around me. I sighed in contentment.

"My, my don't you two look cosy." A voice commented from my left. I jumped up not expecting the intrusion and let out a scream as I jumped across the bed right into Damon's lap who sat up suddenly at the intrusive voice.

Will sat on a chest of drawers eating a waffle covered with Nutella with a shit-eating grin on his face. I was suddenly grateful I had thrown Damon's shirt on last night before going to bed.

Damon's hand crawled up underneath my shirt and rubbed my back. I turned around to look at him and froze.

In all the emotions of last night, I hadn't gotten to properly look at him. His face was the same, beautiful, all sharp lines and edges. His eyes were so dark they were practically black and now there was a depth that hadn't been there before. Damon had always been tall and strong, broad and built. But now he had nearly double in pure muscle. He was strikingly, terrifyingly beautiful.

"Morning little angel." I could get used to this, to waking up in his arms after the best night of sleep I've had since he went away. The thought terrified me. What terrified me even more was that I was late. My face dropped and Damon's nose scrunched.

"Shit, shit, shit." I scrambled out of bed and looked around for my top. I found it in the corner but it looked more like a cleaning rag. "You're buying me a new one." I fired the scrap at him and headed for the door. "I'm so late." I was out of the door before they could question me further.

I practically sprinted down the hallway to the elevator. Micheal was leaning against the counter chugging a bottle of water, he looked like he had been in the gym. He tapped his finger on the counter motioning me closer.

"I had a card for the elevator made for you, Damon's staying here." I blushed but picked it up. "I got the lobby to ring up and tell Rika you wouldn't be back last night. You can come up with whatever reason, I didn't wanna overstep." I cringed, last night I hadn't even thought of Rika.

"Not like you but thank you," I called over my shoulder as I rushed to the elevator. I waved goodbye to Micheal as the doors closed.

What the hell was I going to tell Rika? If I mentioned anything to do with Damon she was going to skin me alive. Maybe that was what I needed. Right now my mind was filled with delusions of how Damon and I could work. I couldn't remember all the reasons I had to want to be as far away from him as possible. But Rika would remind me.

The elevator doors opened on our floor and I flew to the door. I was suddenly worried Rika would have left already. I slammed my fists on the door repeatedly. Thankfully Rika flung the door open half dressed with a toothbrush in her mouth.

"Explanations later, getting ready now." She grabbed my arm and pulled me in. It was a whirlwind of clothes and toothpaste for 15 minutes and then we were out the door.