Logan

25. Warmth

*Damien's POV*

I can hear someone crying in the kitchen.

Natalie. My brother's girl.

We hadn't talked much since the venue. I think she might be a little scared of me now, which isn't a new thing... although she had asked for a ride back to the house. I think she's waiting for Logan to come back.

I'm not exactly normal looking, with my jet black hair that is always too long, and my piercing grey eyes that tended to scare everyone away. And yeah, 99% of the time I'm also wearing thick eyeliner. It was something I'd started doing to stand out... or maybe I'd been trying to hide?

She... on the other hand, is so mysteriously beautiful, with those deep brown eyes that hold an immeasurable amount of sadness behind them. And that voice... the pain she was able to turn into such beauty... exquisite.

I hesitate at the top of the stairs, not wanting to disturb her private moment, but when she starts hyperventilating...

"Hey... you alright?" I tuck my unruly hair behind my ears, scratching at the week old scruff covering my chin. Logan probably had a razor lying around somewhere that I could borrow to get rid of it...

Natalie doesn't answer, doesn't even look at me. She continues to concentrate on her phone screen, her breaths are short, and I move a little closer.

"Are you alright?" I repeat my question, and this time, Natalie shakes her head, and places her phone on the counter after clicking it off.

"He's... really angry with me..." She moves her trembling hand up to wipe her eyes, but hesitates when I step closer "It's all your fault, apparently. I am supposed to... stay far away from you."

"I'm not..." I sigh, running my hands through my hair, wishing I could do more to ease her worried mind "I'm not nearly as dangerous as Logan implies. I'll be honest with you Nat. I did some bad things... but it was nothing past what I told you about before the show..." She sniffled, before turning around to the sink and splashing some cool water in her face "I'm sorry you're on the receiving end of his anger. You don't deserve..." My words were cut off, when she suddenly wavered on her feet, and I stepped forward, instinctively moving my hand to her back to steady her "Sorry..." Her body had immediately stiffened at my touch, but when I went to pull away, she moved with me, and then I was wrapping both my arms around her, as she came completely undone.

I didn't know what else to do, as she buried her head against my shirt, her tears quickly staining the fabric. I'd never had someone trust me like this, and my mind was racing with images of what would happen if someone were to walk in on this... I even contemplated letting go of her, until she whimpered as she felt my grip loosening.

I did the only thing that felt right.

I led her into the living room and towards the couch, where there would be less chance of her collapsing against a hard surface...

Natalie felt so warm against my chest as I laid down. This was temporary. As soon as she calmed down I'd help her back to Logan's room, right?
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A flare of sunlight creeped through the curtain, right into my eyes, of course. I turned my face to see Natalie's eyes closed next to me, still asleep. Her warmth alone was more than enough to keep us both warm, and it was comforting. Her hand was on top of my chest, and her leg was draped over my thigh.

I could tell she must be dreaming, she only slightly mumbled before her breathing became intense and her leg moved slightly up and over my waist. A low feeling in my belly told me I was feeling desire. It had been a while since I'd felt the intimate touch of a woman. I pushed those feelings away, slowly moving out of her grasp until I was far off by the kitchen.