Tori's POV
I had no idea what to expect. Especially with that damn smirk on his face. Damn him. Why did I say yes? Probably those damn sexy ass eyes. Crap! Not good! Bad thoughts about this sexy jerk must now leave my head forever! Damn it that sentence was such a compliment! Suddenly I noticed a hand waving in front of my face.
"Tori...?" Damon asked, looking at me strangely. What I can't zone out? "You ready to begin?" He asked gesturing to two piles of ripped up papers one labeled Dare and one labeled Truth. Holy Cow! (A/N those two words by itself are funny haha) When did that get there?! I just nodded my head and sat down opposite of him from the table. We both just kinda looked at each other when Damon spoke up. "So I guess I'll go first?" He asked chuckling. I just shrugged. He made a move toward truth then quickly made a b-line to dare. Hm wonder what that's about.
"What do you have to do?" I asked eagerly. He quickly tried to put it down but I followed the paper with my eyes and picked it up. I read it off.
"Dare:I dare you to give the other player a hickey." My eyes widened slightly. Damon understood and took the paper away, about to put it down. My voice stopped him.
"No!" He looked alarmed.
"No?"
"....no." I said scared.
"...I'm not doing that dare." he said, almost growling it out.
"Yes. Yes you are." I said puffing out my chest, and slapping it, like I was trying to say 'come at me,bro!' He gave me an incredulous look, that quickly turned to a smirk.
"Why are you insisting I give you a hickey?" Damon said, his devilish smirk, wide as usual.
"You get the dare, be a man and do it." I said narrowing my eyes on him. In a flash Damon was kissing up my neck. My eyes widened slightly, and not just because he scared me...it felt good. Then he hit the part of my neck directly under my ear and tried to keep in the moan that was trying to escape my lips. I swear I thought I saw Damon's hands shaking slightly. That's when he pulled back, and the warmth began to leave with his lips. He was breathing heavily as I was. He had sat back down on the opposite couch and was staring at the ground, even as I stared at him. Damon got up and walked to the other side of the room and looked out at the rain pounding down to the parking lot below. He raked his hand through his chocolate colored hair. He let out a low sigh.
"Damon?" I asked slowly. No answer. "Damon are we going to continue the game?"
"Not now." Damon said softly, surprising me with not a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He turned around and I noticed his eyes, filled with tears. What the hell? He made his way across the library, then promptly exited the room. I raked my own hand through my messy hair. What just happened?
Damon's POVI leaned over her, and kissed her neck softly. I had done this so many times, with other girls, it was easy to find that right spot. Tori tried to keep in the small moan that escaped her lips for a millisecond before she covered it up. I knew I had that effect on girls, but this was different. I felt pleasure corse through me. That feeling that I could do that to her. I pulled back, the memory of many years ago, suddenly flashing in front of my eyes. I sat down and stared at the ground. I couldn't take her intense stare so I got up and walked to the window, raking a hand through my hair.
"Damon?" Tori's voice caught me off guard. "Damon are we going to play the game?" the tears began but I made sure that they wouldn't fall.
"Not now." My voice came out upset and I quickly left the room. I walked down the hall, still annoyed with myself. Leslie's face was stuck in my head. I wiped my tears away from my face. I shut my eyes and curled up on a couch. I don't think I'll never get over this. Her bright blue eyes, and dirty blond hair, the image was so clear I wanted to reach out and touch it.
"Why did you go?" I murmmered, into the pillow, along the couch. I heard a shuffling of feet and I glanced up from my pillow. I saw Tori's worried face. She sat down next to me on the couch and I felt a comforting hand run circles down my back. My eyes closed and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep to Tori's comforting hand on my back.ohhh! WHO'S LESLIE?! hahaha any guesses before you find out in the next chaper? Comment! (and vote if you've got 2 seconds)
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