The President's Daughter (Original) ✔️

25. Dinner

Sabrina Carpenter- Why

Shawn Mendes- Imagination

Damien's picture ^

Damien's POV

The knock on my door distracts me from watching The Flash. I roll my eyes and open the door.

"What?" I snap before realizing that Hope is standing in front of me. "Sorry I thought-"

She walks past me. "You white people love opening the door for anyone, huh?"

I let out a surprised laugh. "Okay, smartass. How'd you escape?"

She turns, a smile brightening her face. "I didn't. I was able to convince my dad to get over it."

"Really?" I smirk, pulling her by her hand towards me. She spins excitedly before resting her hand on my neck.

"Yep! We're having dinner tomorrow night."

I frown. "Tomorrow?"

"Yeah, why? You have plans?"

I take a strand of her curls and twirl it around my finger. "No, it's just too soon."

She gives me a weird look. "We've been dating for 7 months, what do you mean too soon? Is..." She starts to say, grinning at me. "Damien McIntire scared? You are full of surprises."

"I'm not scared! I just don't want your dad to hate me."

"If you keep your mouth shut, you'll be fine." She smiles cheekily. I flick my finger against her forehead. "Ow!"

"I don't have anything to wear."

"Just wear your usual shirt and jeans. Be yourself, it'll be fine."

"Sure..."

"He's not that bad. Once you get to know him. He's a nice guy."

"Hard to think that a man who have access to nuclear codes could be called nice."

"Touché. Anyways, I can't stay long. I'm still grounded. I only came to tell you that. And..." She takes her hand into mine and swings it back and forth, excitement written on her face. "We're going to Martha's Vineyard together. Well I didn't tell my dad yet, but you have to come."

"Really?" I smirk. "Where will I be sleeping?"

She bites her lip, smiling knowingly.

"You're telling me," I say, tracing my fingers up her arm and down her body. "We're going to be alone in a room? Just us two?" I drop my voice to a whisper. "The things I'm going to do to you."

She sucks in a breath and I draw her in to kiss her. I move her back until it hits the wall but she seems unfazed. She fists her hand in my hair and moan against my mouth as I trace the curve of her breasts. Her lips part even wider and she pulls my neck in. I take the opportunity to pull back, my lips inches away from hers. She's staring at me in a daze and panting.

"What?"

"Nothing." She frowns and leans her lips towards me but I pull back, my hands still teasing her body.

"What are you doing?" She asks breathlessly.

I shake my head and lean in only to pull back before her lip touches mine.

"Damien!" She says, clearly frustrated.

"I'm protecting myself," I answer proudly. I finally stop my hand from trailing lower down her body.