He's going to kiss me. He's going to kiss me. He's going to kiss me.
I closed my eyes, out of fear. Shyness.
I felt his soft lips on mine, while his perfume just went even deeper through my nostrils. I stopped breathing for a moment. Had I forgotten how to kiss. Ohh my..
I opened my mouth to give him a passage for his tongue that was in full force against mine. The sighs that were heard between each file of our lips only create a feeling of excitement in my body.
"Damien.."
I don't even know how that came out of my mouth.
I opened my eyes wide and stopped kissing him back, to which he immediately stopped and looked at me.
"Bella." He tried to say something, looking at me, but he quickly lifted his shirt from my lap and put it over my head. I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me. Now, now!
What an embarrassment.
I'm ashamed, and I'm hot.
"Damien, take me home." That's all I said, after which he grabbed me under the armpits and lifted me off the road. We got back in the car and he continued driving without bringing up the subject of what had happened.
I don't know what to say to him. I surrendered to a feeling that was completely foreign to me and yet I felt somehow fulfilled. As if it was something I should have done sooner, but my feelings and my head were fighting each other.
"Dmitri, get the doctor to the mansion." He said into the phone. I turned my head away because I didn't even see him pick up the phone, because I was in deep thoughts.
Will this change our relationship now? I don't think it will. We hate each other too much.
Do I hate him?
Is it just some anger towards him? A feeling of hurt?
"Are you calling the doctor because of me?" I asked him.
I hope it's not for me.
"He needs to look at the wound on your head, you might need stitches." No way.
"There's no need to do that." My hands started to sweat. I can't do that. I'm scared.
"I think you'll have to." It's all his fault.
"If you hadn't driven like a madman, this wouldn't have happened and I wouldn't need a doctor, but you must be a maniac. It's in your genes, I guess." Now I'm exaggerating a bit.
"Maybe you should start being more careful about what you say." As if I care about him and his family.
Everyone betrayed me. People who were everything to me. People who I thought had my back.
"Whatever. We don't even have to talk. I don't feel like arguing with you. I have too many things on my mind to even think of fighting with you." I answered him.
We're finally home.
I want to take a shower and go to sleep. Forget about these last two days, and enjoy my room for a while before I end up in jail.
He entered the mansion and parked his car in front of the house, where Elijah and Dmitri are waiting for us.
What are they doing here.
I opened the car door and tried to get out but Damien came to me.
I don't think I can get out.
"Bella, do you want to get out or do you want me to carry you. Don't make me have to carry you." He said, to which I didn't object.
