Stained

Chapter 60

"I don't like being touched," he half whispers.

My head snaps up to his in the exact moment I retract my hand. "Sorry," I mumble, ashamed and annoyed with myself for becoming so comfortable with him.

When I move to pull myself off him, he stops me.

"But..." he hesitates and looks away as if my touch was so unbearable for him he can't even look at me anymore.

I try not to sink into myself as I try to pull myself off him again. But like before, he doesn't let me.

"Damien—."

"But I like being touched by you," he murmurs looking down at me and when I meet his gaze, I see the truth in his words. He's not lying...

I suck my lower lip into my mouth. I don't know what to say. I don't know how to feel. I don't know anything anymore.

He grabs the hand that was tracing his tattoo, brings it up to his face and places a kiss on my palm.

"Why?" Whys is that the first thing to come out of my stupid mouth? Most importantly, why am I questioning his words with hope in my chest?

He lets my hand drop to his chest. I don't bother removing it as he whispers, "I don't know why."

I suck my lower lip into my mouth. A nervous gesture I need to kick before Damien realises what it means. Just like he did with me looking away when I lie.

I open my mouth to press on. To tell him, 'I don't know why' isn't good enough for me.

He speaks up before I can. "Don't you want to know what happens to the priest?"

A deflect or a dismissal; I'm not sure. All I know is I really like how we currently are, so I lay my head back down on his chest and wrap my arm around his torso. His sigh of content is the last thing I hear before I close my eyes.

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Something's licking my hand. No, someone's licking my hand.

What?

I open my eyes to my black sparkly wallpaper. I can feel an arm around my waist, the hand of it tangled with mine, my legs tangled with another pair of legs and a strong body pressed up against my back.

I blink, confused and look down, sure enough, a tattooed Rose hand is holding mine. But when I look to the side I see Rosie licking my other hand.

I smile. She probably wants me to take her downstairs to eat.

I untangle my legs from Damien's, slowly twist my fingers out of his and gently pull his arm off from around me.

I must have fallen asleep sometime during the movie.

Slowly rising into a sitting position on the bed, I peer down at Damien. Even in his sleep, he's scowling.

I smile to myself as I pull the blanket higher on his body.

I frown just as fast. He wasn't supposed to go to sleep. We were supposed to stay awake all night and watch movies because he could have a concussion. And it's risky for people with concussions to go to sleep. As far as I know, the first twenty-four hours.