Puppy Dog Eyes

Babysitting

Damon's POV

I seriously don't understand what this girl sees in me. I couldn't help but stare at her as I tried again to figure her out. It almost felt as if I was babysitting her.

"You're secretly kinda nerdy, that explains so much."

"Like?"

"The names you call me, the way you get defensive so quickly, oh don't even get me started on the human contact thing."

"Shut up,you wish you understood." I scoff.

She sat in the corner of my room like I told her to as she admired my things. That creepy smile etched on her face as she messed with a few of my things.

I can't believe I let her into my house. I really hope this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass later.

When I look up from my phone she was no longer sitting in her corner, she was coming towards me.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"I got bored and my butt hurts from sitting on the floor." She whines as she nears me.

"W-well then maybe you should go home, you're clearly sober now." Fuck she's got me stuttering again, I have got to pull it together.

She crawls over me and straddles my lap. My brain short circuits the closer she gets to my crotch.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I threaten and pull out my pocket knife, pressing it against her neck, she only smiles and her cheeks turn red. She grabs my hand and licks the blade slowly.

What?

After noticing my reaction, she let out a soft giggle. The knife falls out of my hand in shock, falling right between us. She reaches down and grasps it, letting her fingers brush against me. She tosses the knife to the side and scoots even closer.

She rubs my palm against her cheek for a few seconds before pushing my thumb into her mouth.

Why am I not doing anything?

My heart feels like it's about to explode,I'm disgusted and turned on at the same time.

Speechless.

She removes my thumb, licks off her drool and looks up at me.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away." She doesn't seem sorry at all. "But it looks like you enjoyed it." She jokes, glancing down at my pants.

I lift her and throw her next to me.

"That can never happen again." I grumble.

"Why won't you just let me love you!" She whines.

"Because it's not love, it's lust. Besides, you're batshit crazy remember."

She shakes her head and hops off of the bed, pulling her skirt down.

"I can't believe you licked my knife, now I have to disinfect it." I growl.

"We both know you won't. See ya Monday !" She waves behind her before shutting my door.

"Oh hello?"

Mom?