DREAMER

Part 8

I turned beet red, my head feeling like it caught on fire and I was sure that my ears had the colour of a ripe tomato.
"Claire!" I scolded her, "What the hell?"
She still looked at me with disbelief and joy written all over her face. "What? You told me to say it louder."
Technically I had asked her why she didn't go around yelling it but, I was afraid of what she would do then. Plus, it wasn't even true! Yes okay we slept in a bed together but, nothing happened, damn it!

And then the door swung open revealing Daemon with only his pants on, still no shirt, and a phone pressed to his ear. His face displayed a huge grin and at the same moment managed to show discomfort. Claire blushed and did a miraculously bad job at hiding it. Claire blushed and did a miraculously bad job at hiding it.
It was silent, too silent. Then we heard a laughing voice in the distance "Daemon, you better come home now, Dad is pissed that you weren't home last night and I got a pretty good idea why you skipped." Claire looked around quizzically the question mark practically showing in her eyes. Daemon responses with a not so subtle "Piss off!" and hung up.
"Wow, I can really feel the love from you towards Xander, that was him right?" I said with a blush creeping up on my face once again. "What is it with you two anyway?"
"I don't know, we've just always been competing in everything, who's the better one at school, who is in better odds with our parents, you know the stuff that siblings do when they're rivals. Of course I always won!" He smirked his obnoxious grin in a way that told me he was bragging about nonsense.

"Uhm, guys? Who is Zander?" Claire asked confused with her nose scrunched up in the adorable way her boyfriend never failed to mention.
"Xander is Daemons younger brother." I explained.
"And a damn pain in the arse!" Daemon added whilst stalking closer like a lion who corner his prey.
"What is it?" I asked.
"My shirt." He said with one eyebrow quirked. I still didn't get it.
"What about your shirt?"
"You're wearing it." He grinned his amazing smile and it warmed my heart. Huh, that's weird, I don't even know him. He snapped his fingers in front of my face.
"Can I have it?"
"Have what?" I was really confused now and his abs in my face weren't helping the situation, what were we talking about again? Oh, right the shirt, shoot.
"Oh yeah, sure you can." And as if I hadn't embarrassed myself enough I just took the shirt off right in front of him!!! At least I was wearing a bra.

"Wow, you really are out of it, aren't you?" Claire whispered. But when I shot her a look she quickly added, "Not that I blame you."