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This chapter has a bit of a heavy/detailed makeout sesh- but no smut. Just be warned!
-🦋By the time we arrived at the house, music was already blaring inside. It was nearing dusk now, the sun setting behind the house, which looked to be almost a mansion. "This house is impressive!" I commented. "Why thank you m'lady." Damien replied with a grin. My jaw dropped. "This is your house?" I asked, astounded. He laughed. "Being the mayor has its perks. Welcome to my humble abode." I snorted. "Define humble." He laughed once more and led me inside.
The place was quite crowded. Music filled the atmosphere as people I didn't recognize danced and drank. Damien smiled and shook hands with a few people as we passed them. "Do you want a drink?" he called over the noise. I nodded. "Please!" I called back. He steered me over to the counter where the snacks and drinks sat. After handing me a glass of wine, he took a beer for himself. "Cheers to you m'lady." he said, holding out the bottle. I giggled and clinked my glass against his. "Cheers, Mister Mayor."
~*~*~Soon, the one beer and one glass of wine turned into many. We danced just like our drunken nights at university. Hours passed. As the night neared midnight, Damien stumbled over to me after returning from the restroom. "Helloooooo gorgeous." he slurred in a sing-songy tone as he grabbed my waist and pulled me toward him. I giggled. "Damien youuuu're drunk bastard." I replied, hanging my arms over his shoulders.
"Di' I ev'r tell you I was in loooove with youuu?" he said suddenly. My smile instantly faded as the sobering truth of what he had just said sunk into me like a pile of bricks. "You.. you what?" I asked, my tipsy state still fogging up my mind. He nodded rapidly. "I looove your pretty, sparkly eyes an' your pretty shiny hair." he said with a goofy grin. I blushed and feigned a smile. 'He's just drunk he's just drunk he's just drunk.' I thought to myself. "That's sweet Damien." I said. "You know what else?" he asked. I sighed. "What?"
He leaned down, his lips practically touching my ear. The smell of alcohol filled the air around us. "I like your pretty lips." he muttered, "I like your pretty lips and your perfect form. The way you walk, your voice." His grip on my hips tightened.
Suddenly he grabbed my hand and dragged me into the hallway. He advanced toward me until I hit the wall behind me as he continued speaking. "I'm in love with you Iris. Since we met, I've been able to see myself with you. I see you waking up in my arms, being able to hold you whenever I please. Those soft, soft lips of yours pressed against my own. He lowered his voice to nearly a growl. "I want you to be mine Iris."
I felt my neck and cheeks flush red. 'He's drunk he'S DRUNK HE'S DRUNK.' I screamed internally. Once again his brown eyes met mine. They were full of hope and desire. "Iris?" he whispered. I shivered, the sudden desire to kiss him overwhelming. "Damien?" I breathed. He placed his hands on the wall on either side of me. He leaned forward,his hot breath tingling my skin. "I'm in love with you. I'm so, intoxicatingly, in love with you." he whispered. Than suddenly his soft lips were on mine.
The kiss was sloppy yet slow. Desperate for more, I gripped the fabric of his undershirt, roughly pulling him in. His hands found my hips once again as he pressed his body against mine. I dug my hand into his thick hair, desperately trying to stay in his arms. The kiss grew rougher as his hands moved up and down my sides. I opened my mouth and our tongues danced together. Small sighs and quiet noises escaped our lips.I figured the moment was inevitable. Since we first met, there had always been some kind of tension or spark between us. Finally that fateful spark had been ignited, this kiss fueling the slow burning flames. My only fear now that something would extinguish the fragile spark.
a/n: hELL HERE I FUCKING COME YIKESSSS. i can't fucking write kiss scenes, much less a makeout, so my apologies if this is terrible. also forgive me for sinning
i'm just gonna go now
goooodbye
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