Forbidden Love

Chapter 4

Damon stared at me with his mouth hung open as I looked away from him in shame. Wrapping my arms around my waist too tired to try to cover up my half naked body. Feeling Damon looking at me up and down confused, but stopped when he noticed the look on my face.

"What happened?" He quickly walked over to me to console me, hugging him back as I let go of a breath, I didn't know I was holding.

Leaning my forehead against his chest and started crying again. I could smell his cigarette smoke and soap from the shower. Moving my head, so the side of my face was against his chest. He was so warm as I nuzzled my head deeper into his chest never wanting to leave his embrace.

After a few moments I reluctantly pulled away from him as he wrapped a towel around me. "What's wrong?" Damon asked. Looking up at him noticing guilt written all over his face. I tried to muster up the strength to speak but a knock at the front door interrupted us.

He sighed not wanting to leave me alone before sighing defeated. Damon looked back at me about to say something but the person at the door knocked again louder. Obviously, whoever it was, was in a hurry.

"Would you wait!" Damon growled loudly at the door and held me tighter. If I weren't in my current mental state, I would have blushed.

He looked back at me with a half-smile turning my brain into putty. I smiled back weakly wanting to assure him it was okay.

"I will be right back." Damon promised in a hushed tone before letting me go. "Go ahead and take your shower. We need to leave when you're done." He finished as he closed the door behind him.

After he left, I turned on the water and stepped out of my undergarments that now smelt like Damon. Stepping into the shower instantly relaxing at the warm water running down my tense muscles. Massaging shampoo into my scalp feeling all the dirt and blood lift from my hair and body.

Wrapping a towel around me I noticed a folded pair of clean sweatpants and a t shirt. Not remember seeing them earlier realizing Damon must have brought them for me while I was in the shower. When I felt content with my appearance, I opened the door, but stopped when I heard voices.

"Why are you taking so long to bring her to Gabriel?" An unrecognizable voice asked. "Would you keel it down she's in there." Damon threatened.

"Who cares? She should already be in Wimborne! Not in this shitty town." The man continue. "I know but-" Damon started but was interrupted by me opening the bathroom door. They both stared at me for a few seconds before Damon spoke.

"Hey." Damon said raking his ringers through his hair. Looking over to the man who he was arguing with. He had dirty blonde hair and green eyes and I was suddenly overcome with a feeling that he wasn't human.

"So, you're the witch." He said making me frown trying to hide my annoyance. "I have a name." I stated annoyed. "Enough with these pleasantries. Let's go." Liam pressed making Damon sigh.

"We will meet you at the car." Damon said to Liam making him huff in annoyance. "Hurry up." Liam demanded before he slammed the door making me jump.

"What's with him? Is he always like that?" I asked as held my dirty clothes. Sitting down on the bed and started putting on my shoes.

Liam sat in the driver's side of a black 1950's convertible mustang. "Is this your car?" I asked impressed making my way up to Liam's car. "No, I'm just sitting in some random person's car." Liam said not looking up from his phone.

Damon opened the passenger side door for me. Since the hood was down on the convertible my hair was flying around in the wind making my tie it into a loose bun.