The Scholarship

Untitled Part 16

That same night, I couldn't sleep. I was tossing and turning. All I could think about was that almost kiss. After that incident we uncomfortably ate pizza and watched some sci-fi movie. I couldn't even tell you what it was about. Damon didn't try to touch me, nor did I attempt to touch him. We didn't say another word, until the movie was over and we both ran to our respected rooms. At around 12, I decided that I needed to at least talk to Damon. Maybe after talking I could get some sleep. I roughly opened up my bedroom door and walked over to Damons room. I thought about knocking, but instead just opened up his door. He was sleeping soundly. Part of me really wanted to let him sleep. He looked adorable, but then again, he was the reason that I couldn't sleep. I gently got on the bed and touched Damon's shoulder.

"Damon, wake up." I whispered. He groaned and tried to move. I stupidly went to straddle him to get him to stop moving and just wake the fuck up, "Damon wake up." I said a little louder. 

"MMM." He moaned grabbed my wrists. In an instant, he flipped us over and now I was underneath him. This situation was very compromising, "Why'd you try to wake me up, kitten? Wanted to continue where we left off earlier?" He whispered in my ear. His voice was filled sleep, and it left me with an indescribable.

I was at a loss for words and started to stutter. "I- Uhm- well, I uh, couldn't, uhh, sleep." I managed to get out. His hands moving their way to intertwine with mine. His face getting really close to mine. Maybe, maybe this was what I wanted. 

"And why's that?" Damon's voice was husky and deep. His face was extremely close to mine, and all I wanted to do was to kiss him. Hell, I wanted to go farther than that. In all honesty, I've never been one who's thought about my virginity in a similar light as most. I've always viewed it as something that when I lose, I lose. When I've thought about it, I always felt that it was going to be awkward and painful. My mother left before I was given 'the talk' and my father was never willing to talk to me about it. Not like I wanted to ask him anyway. So, I took to books and the internet. After all the information I dug up, I determined that it wasn't that big of a deal to me. My first time would be painful and weird, and then after that things would hopefully go uphill. So, this compromising position with Damon was something that though I never imagined, made me feel things that I had yet to feel.

"Because I can't stop thinking about you." I told him honestly. What was the point of lying? 

"If we're being honest, I can never get you out of my head." His eyes went from mine to my lips back up to my eyes.

"Damon this isn't new information. You've yet to hide your feelings for me." I retorted, feeling somewhat annoyed with this information. 

"You're right, I should just show you how I feel." His lips pressed against mine and his grip on my wrists loosened. Gently, my hands went to his hair and gripped the ends of it. This kiss with him was the best thing I've ever felt. And I never wanted to stop. The kiss went from sweet and sensual to hot and demanding. His hands went to my hips and gripped tightly, as if he wasn't holding me, I would float away. My hands found their way to the bottom of his shirt and slipped underneath it to touch his chest. Damon was toned, as toned as a 17 year old can get I suppose. I call it good genes. I don't know what came over me, but I wanted his shirt off. So, I gripped the bottom of it and began to pull it over his head. He assisted by pulling it off and moving his lips down to my neck. This was something I'd never felt before. But god did it feel good. I was so happy that my pajama shirt was a tank top. I felt his teeth lightly graze my neck and that's what pulled me out of my trance. I did not need a hicky.

"Damon, I swear if you give me a hicky I will kill you." I muttered and gently brought his head back up to mine.

"Is that a threat, or a promise?" He gave me a cheeky grin and went back to kissing my lips.