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Chapter 9: Clandestine Kisses

Amelia's POV:

Damien pulled up two blocks away from home much against his desire.

He looked grumpy, and I couldn't help but laugh at his antics, "it's still not even dark, they're just two blocks, Damien." I reasoned out, placing my hand on his. 

"You're insane if you don't think I'll slow drive next to you." He replied, lacing our fingers together. My heart fluttered, he made me as an overall flutter. 

"You'll go inside after me?" I asked, anxious. My dad – true to mom's words – called Damien to invite him over for dinner, I decided to wander around the apartment aimlessly as they spoke not wanting to pry on their conversation. 

"I'll drive around the block for 10 minutes then walk in." 

"Okay." I murmured, knowing that I had to get back home before mom starts panicking and tells dad I'm out with a boy. 

I was reaching for the door handle – that much against my desire, when I felt his palm on my thighs stopping me. "Give me a goodbye kiss." 

My face went ablaze, as I giggled softly. "I'll see you again in 10 minutes." I teased, lightly pushing him playfully, but he didn't nudge. In fact, he looked awfully determined.  

I heard the sound of the central lock going off, "Really?" I laughed, opening the lock beside me, he locked it again. It was a game of cat and mice and I was finding it extremely hard to control my fits of laughter. 

"We have all day, Amelia, let's agree that I'm not letting you out without my kiss." 

I felt extremely shy, and on high alert; I was terrified to the very core that someone might catch us. It was a small neighborhood after all, and mom was on speaking terms with almost everyone.

"Here?" My eyes were as wide as saucers, "Seriously you could've kissed me at home."

Damien remained quiet for a moment staring at me silently, his features softer than ever, "you said home."

I instantly blushed, not noticing the slip of words. 

"It is your home too now, Amelia." He whispered, running his thumb softly over my knuckles. I felt warmth spreading in the pit of my stomach; perhaps this feeling seemed to become a constant around him.

"Go now before your mom starts panicking." Damien chuckled, motioning to me with his head. I laughed, he – too – knew my mom.

I unbuckled my seatbelt, turned in my seat and stared.

I stared at every feature intently, engraving it in my memories. The longer I stared the faster my heart bet, and I wasn't sure when, why or how did I get attached to such a soul. My soul felt entangled in his, desperate for him to guide me through every step of the way.

I desperately wanted to give him a sweet kiss – a kiss sweeter than his words, and at this moment my desire to offer him a portrayal of my emotions far exceeded my fear of being seen.

I pressed myself upwards in my chair.

Damien's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but he remained silent, still, unmoving, letting me do whatever it was that I felt in my heart. I couldn't help but appreciate how much he knew me; he let me take my pace, and do whatever I felt.

The space was crammed, and I wasn't sure how to manoeuvre myself, Damien's hand's fumbled to his side as he pulled his seat backwards, "I think you need some help." He chuckled, and I blushed madly. "Don't be shy, I'm here to help you."

My face was still a blazing red, but I smiled at him shyly. This was all so new to me, I was afraid I'd do something wrong.

"Amelia, calm down, don't do something you don't want to do." I knew Damien quickly concealed it, but I caught onto the slightly dejected look on his face; it tore my heart to shreds.