Damien's POV
I hold my head in my hands as I sink into the old mattress. This mattress that caused us so much happiness, but also so much regret. I sigh.
"Why the fuck did I do that?" I mutter to myself, angry.
"Sorry." I hear her voice. That beautiful angelic voice. I look up. She is already walking towards me. The beautiful woman that I thought was mine.
"Don't be." I pull her into a hug. She crys slightly. I hold her tighter. "It's ok." I run a hand through her neon green hair. We pull away. Her face is slightly brighter.
She turns and locks the door. She smiles. "I have to remember this at some point." She says, walking over to me. I suddenly notice she is in a crop top and shorts. I gulp.
"Ray...I love you. But what about the guys?" I say, looking her up and down.
"They won't know." She straddles my hips and kisses me, hard. I moan slightly as she rubs against the tent growing in my jeans. I kiss her back, placing my hands on her round ass. I kiss down her neck and to her collarbone. She pulls off my shirt. I kiss her hard as she rubs her hands over my chest.
"Ray....Ranna...." I moan, kissing down her chest. I pull off her top and cup her large breasts in my hands.
My eyes open and I breath heavy. I place a hand on my head and sigh. I close my eyes and lay back into my pillow.
