We were in Damon's living room, thinking about what we just went through.
I let out a huff. "That went well.", I said sarcastically.
"Yeah.." , Damon said.
We slumped down onto the couch.
Damon's parents pretty much liked me and they said they trusted me.
LIE.
They hated me and I have a feeling that that was not the end of it.
I decided to let that slip out of my mind for now and concentrate on one thing : Damon.
"Um.. So.. Damon?"
"Yeah?"
"About what you owe me...", I hinted
"Anything you want.", he said mindlessly
"Anything I want.", I whispered, smiling.
He closed his eyes and leaned back onto the couch. "Mmm hmm.. "
I took a deep breath. "I want a date." , I said with the most confident voice I had.
That seemed to take Damon by surprise as he looked at me unbelievingly and said, "Nu uh.. You're kidding." He looked at me doubtfully.
I rolled my eyes and braced myself for what I was about to do next.
"Oh really?" I said challengingly.
I leaned in and kissed Damon softly and long enough for him to realise what's going on. Instantly he reacted by putting a hand on my waist and pulling me closer.
We kissed softly but passionately. The kiss was just perfect. It felt like it lasted for eternity. An eternity of heaven !!!
Sadly, due to our need to breathe, we had to break apart.
We both looked flushed and out of breath.
I smiled. "Think I'm kidding now?" , I said, a little out of breath.
He recovered himself and laughed softly, "A date it is!" He said grinning.
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A Stripper of a Neighbor
Teen Fiction-completed- A psychologist meets a stripper. A stripper of a neighbor; a story which will ( hopefully ) make you cry, laugh, and become all emo ! Ok.. Maybe not.. But GIVE IT A GO !
