The President's Daughter (Original) ✔️

22. Wait and See

Sabrina Carpenter- Why

Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello (What y'all think about this relationship?)- Señorita

John Legend- This Time

Taylor Swift- Call It What You Want

Damien's POV

Two days have passed without any word from Hope. Is she still mad at me? Did she hate the present? Did she even open it? She did looked very reluctant.

It's been eating up my mind, but I force myself not to call her. I shouldn't be this desperate. It isn't natural for anyone.

I'm glaring at my phone when I hear my doorbell ringing. I roll my eyes and slowly remove myself from the couch. I make my way to the door to see Hope with her back turned, her foot halfway down the steps.

"Wait!" I say, trying to keep my voice level but failing. Nice one.

She turns around, uncertainty marking her face. She walks towards me and I take a step back to let her in. She's wearing grey joggers with a white belly shirt. She knew exactly what she was doing dressed up like that.

I can't decide whether that's a good thing or not. She avoids my gaze as she quietly surveys the house, avoiding my gaze.

"Hope?"

Her eyes snap back to mine and she clears her throat. She raises her hand, enclosed into fists. I raise mine as well, revealing my open palm.

She opens her hands and the necklace I had bought fall into mine. I grit my teeth and pry her hands open, placing them back there.

"Damien-"

"Why are you doing this?" I snap, my heart pounding in pain. "You didn't come to give me that."

"I did." She looks down at the necklace in her palm. I inch closer to her, every step I take making her take a step back, her head still down.

"Damien, don't," She whispers. Her back hits against the wall but she doesn't meet my gaze.

"Tell me why you're here."

She looks up at me but I don't give her a chance to speak. I cup her chin roughly into mine and press my lips against hers. She pushes my shoulder back but it takes a few seconds for her to falter, slowly and hesitantly wrapping her arms around my neck. I need more. I grab her thighs and lift them so her legs are wrapped around my waist and slam her body against the wall. She gasps against my lips.

There is nothing gentle about the kiss. Our mouths move against each other feverishly, as if searching for answers we both knew we'd never find. It felt desperate, world-ending, and I wonder if there will be a time when it wouldn't.

The kiss deepens with such a passion I've never known before. I groan desperately against her lips and she moans in return. It feels like falling, without certainty that I'll ever land. My thoughts muddle and my head goes dizzy and I grab her hair and pull her even closer, if that was possible.

When we could no longer draw breaths, I move my target down to her neck, revealing it by tugging a fistful of her hair down. She moans as I trail my love for her down her neck and around her jaw.

"Tell me why you're here," I say hoarsely. She moans instead of answering, making me hornier than I was a second ago.

"Tell me why you're here," I whisper in her ear and bite on it. Her head is still tilted up, placed there by my hands in her hair.