My Brothers Best friend (REWRITTING)

3|You have eyes dear, but you can not see

Adrien

I groaned feeling the scorching sun burn across my eyelids though they were closed. I shifted in bed slowly, and reluctantly removing the sheet from my body. I blinked harshly unaware of the brightness in the room my head was pounding, and my body ached. I narrowed my eyes seeing I was still in my dress from last night, and suddenly last night's memories dawned back to me. My cheeks got hot remembering how drunk I was, my memory was cloudy but I remembered one thing... Damon. He was there in fact, I was even pretty sure he helped me but with what? I sat trying my best to remember, but I couldn't quit put my foot on it.

I stumbled my way to the shower stripping off last night's clothes. The shower turns on at the press of the button, the prefect pressure and temperature. Blake bought the new upgrade that has voce command, but I don't want to chat with my shower. Give me silence and running hot water, is all I want.

I let the water run down my hair putting my mind at ease. I let my hands run down my body in a slow motion, closing my eyes as I gently rubbed my fingers over my clit. I went faster, moving my fingers in circles, as the feeling overwhelmed me. I let my head fall back bitting my lip, applying more pressure. I let out a moan, I was close.

A knock on the door interrupted, "Almost done it there?"

I was mortified, frozen in spot. I gasped covering my mouth at the voice the waited on the other side of the door. I hoped he didn't hear me. "Just a minute," I responded to Damon. I turned the water off sighing, the one thing I hated about this house, only one shower.

I stepped out of the foggy shower, and wrapped the towel around my wet body. I didn't want to open the door, but I couldn't hide in here forever. I turned the doorknob opening the bathroom door, and was greeted by an angry face.

Nothing but a towel, hung dangerously lose on Damon's body. He stood coldly staring at me with no expression what so ever. I tried to hide the shock look on my face when I saw even more tattoos on his chest. His arm's were more ink than skin, and looked big enough to kill me in one squeeze his stomach had the most defined abs I'd ever seen. I could tell he worked hard for his body; lifting heavy weight's I admired the dedication.

"How's your foot?" He asked without even changing his expression. He always looked so angry.

"My- my uh, what?" I asked trying to put it together as he stood by the bathroom door way.

"Your foot," He said with an abrasive clear tone. He narrowed his eyes looking down to my exposed legs, still wet from the shower.

I ran my finger's through my hair, "Oh um..." I cleared my throat, "Its-its good." I said softly looking into his dilated eyes. He just looked at me, and I swear It looked like he just wanted to kill me. Maybe he look's at everyone like that. As I looked into his eyes, I wondered if there was even a soul behind them. I took in a deep breath as silence filled the room, then watched as he widened his eyes, looking to the showers direction.

"Right." I whispered like an idiot, forgetting what he came here for. I looked at that burning hard stare one last time, before squeezing past his ginormous build.

After getting dressed, Blake insisted that we tried out the new breakfast dinner down the street, I was a fan until he invited Damon. We sat at the booth going over the menu's until the waiter showed up to take our order.

"Pancakes and bacon, please." I smiled to the man as my mouth waterd of the thought. He nodded writing it down, he looked to Damon and suddenly the waiter wasn't smiling anymore. His face fell faster than a copse in cement boots Damon cleared his throat then asked for the omelet, unresponsive to the horrid stare he was getting.