(STUDENT/TEACHER) Loves Learning Curves

Midnight memories

Okay okay okay don't kill me guys! I've been so busy with testing and finals and a recent death that I couldn't get to writing this next chapter, but hey, I'm only human.so here's a chapter for you guys to enjoy. It's not my fav chapter, and I'll need to edit it, but it's coming along. I've also been getting writers block when it comes to this book, and it's so frustrating, so please comment below what you want to happen next! It might spark a few ideas. Oh and check out my other book "The summers Boys" I think you'll love it!
I'll try updating more frequently but please understand I have a life away from wattpad
Love you all!
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These freaking stupid, horrible, no good, very bad hormones, I thought as Damon pulled me next to him on the queen sized bed. Let's not forget Jane was on a sleeping bag near the ground literally a few feet away, and there were currently heaps of glass on the floor. All thanks to Damon. But no! My brain decided to think about his breath along my neck all over again, his hands searching the small of my back, and oh god I hope he can't see me blushing because I'm pretty sure my cheeks are a shade of crimson unknown to the world of red. Was it bad that the virgin me wanted to go so far, and the hormonal guy was the one being a responsible adult telling me we had to wait and plan things out. I was Claire Holt for gods sake! I planned out my life from the toothpaste I used to the minute I would enter university. Jane was rubbing off on me in the worst ways.
"You smell so freaking great" Damon said stuffing his nose into strands of my hair.
"It's my signature scent" I replied shakily. Trying to portray an aura of confidence when in reality, I was shaken to the core
"Well," he whispered "I want it all over me"
His hands began to trail up my thigh, leaving an euphoria of tingles wherever the touched; I despised him, and his magical hands. He placed soft kisses as if I was a gentle vase he was too afraid to break, the moisture from his lips left little wet spots along my stomach and the hole in the window let out little butterflies of air that would land on the dewy spots with light wisps of mist.
I groaned in delight and tugged on his hair, whatever he was doing he could keep doing it forever, was this what I missed out on all 4 years of high school? If all kisses led to this; I missed out on a lot . I trailed my hands underneath his dark black shirt, and felt the pack of abs he concealed. His body was timed and smooth. This was so unfair. Damon O'brian needed to be made in statue form for me to admire on a daily basis. I laughed as I felt the perfection that was his body, and he gave me a smirk. Asshole. He knew he was hot.
"You know" I mumbled as he muttered an incoherent "Hmm" across my chest, one that vibrated against my skin and turned me on even more. Was this normal? For every little thing to make me so.... You know...horny?
"For a guy who majors in teaching, aren't you supposed to be-- not so cocky"
That was it, great job Claire, you totally ruined the moment. Damon plopped his face into the pillow next to mine and started laughing his ass off.
"Whaaaat" I groaned laughing with him "I'm sorry, I totally don't do that whole mysterious sex goddess thing, and I honestly don't really have experience, so I'm totally fine if you want to just forget about this and and--"
He grabbed my face and kissed me. Oh okay. The best way to make me stop ranting is for him to French kiss the life out of me. I should talk more often.
"Honestly, I'm not gonna lie, I'm the total hottie in college" he winked, and I shoved him and his overbearing confidence with a huff.
"But never have I kissed a girl while she thought about my attitude problems" he laughed and hugged me from behind "Usually there more focused on the amazing situation at hand"
"I'm weird" I whispered breathing him in. Apart of me scolded myself because of course he had girls plastered all over him. Why would I think I was any different. "Claire did I say something?" He pulled his head up, and his demeaning eyes glared into me with an adorable curiosity
"Well you mentioned college-- and girls and you know--"
He rubbed his thumb across my face and smiled "It's only you, I'm here with you, and I'm an arrogant son of a bïtch, but I'm a one woman type of guy"
He flashed me his signature smirk, and I wanted to wipe it right off... With a few thousand kisses...
He pulled me in his arms and I loved how the crook of his neck fit perfectly with the side of my head. Like puzzles I never wanted to destroy. I liked the picture we made. And it scared me half to death.
"No your not weird"
"Huh" I looked up at him
"Earlier; you said you were weird" he placed a kiss on top of my forehead something he had only done a number of times, but I was already in love with the little gesture. "You're just my Claire," he paused and I could feel his smile on the top of my hair "My Claire. I like it"
So do i Damon, so do I.
We stayed like that, completely and utterly encompassed in each other until the peeks of sun barely touched along our little town like a dim fire. I watched him sleep for most of the night, I memorized the rhythm of his breathing as his tall muscular body heaved up and down like a quiet tempo. And just like that I fell into a deep sleep too.
A few hours later, I felt the bed shift, and his arms pulled out from underneath me. The bed slowly became lighter, and it wasn't one that I liked. I pretended to inhale slowly as if asleep, and he whispered "good morning Claire" and that was it, he was gone. I lay awake right there pretending he was still behind me, and I felt needy and desperate because a few days ago, I was the independent feminist and so much had changed in a span of 3 days.
"Claire"
Now that was a voice I hadn't heard all night
"Yeah Jane"
Her blonde hair stuck left and right, and she would have killed me if anyone saw her in this state. Wiping away some drool she muttered in a tired whisper
"I think someone broke in"
Oh you have no idea.