Be My Friend

Chapter 27: The Devil's Talk

After drying off and changing into a new pair of boxers and a fresh cotton t-shirt; I grab a bottle of antiseptic and a cloth and head over to where Damian sits on the edge of the bed with curious eyes. He was wearing a pair of black boxers I bought a while back by accident. They ended up being a size too big for me and I was too lazy to return them. I guess they fit; all seven feet of him. 

I climb onto the bed and drip the liquid onto the cloth. I begin cleaning the deepest gash on his back and he hisses through his teeth, but then doesn't flinch for the rest of the cleaning. As soon as they were clean they seemed to heal themselves while leaving behind scars. I couldn't help but notice how many other scars decorated his flesh. My gaze lingered on his back for a moment too long.

Snapping out of the trance, I put the cloth in the dirty laundry and the bottle back in the medicine cabinet. Without saying another word we both climb into my bed and he wraps his arms around my waist and holds me close as if we've done this a thousand times before. Friends definitely don't do this, a little voice whispers in the back of my mind. 

I'm not sure what time it is but I assume it's really late with how dead tired I feel for once, but then again that could just be because of the link I share with Damian. 

"I think I fucked up my job interview," I whisper out into the darkness of the room and momentarily disturb the silence, (other than the sound of my cat purring of course). The realization makes a certain kind sadness wash over me. That job would've been nice. She was such a nice calm lady and I seemed to be an anxious mess.

"Don't over think it. I'm sure you did fine. The fact is that you did the interview none the less." He says tiredly and I bite my lip. That makes me feel a little better. I let my head rest on his chest and I fall asleep to the sound of his faint heartbeat.