Stained

Chapter 63

I lean back against my pillow with a sigh.

Damien's shoulders barely shake with his silent laugher as he drops his head.

Suddenly his shoulders cease all movement and his eyes bulge.

Huh? I follow his gaze to... my crotch lined with black panties! Quicker than lightning, I grab the duvet and pull it over my legs.

I'm so mortified I can't lift my gaze off my duvet. I can't do anything even as he leans over me to grab the plate from the window cill. I expect him to hand it to me but he doesn't, instead, I hear the fork clang against the plate.

What is he doing? Is he going to eat it now? I knew he liked it.

From the corner of my eye, I manage to watch him lather the strawberry with Nutella.

For someone who was claiming he didn't like it, he sure as hell is going in for it. I don't like sweet shit my ass. He's even got me talking like Hannah.

I compress a laugh as he brings the fork up to his lips. It's gone just as fast and my mouth waters at the sight. I'm very much jealous of that strawberry right now.

I'm not jealous for long.

I barely have the chance to suck in a breath when Damien grabs the back of my neck and slams his lips against mine. His tongue parts mine and he passes me half the strawberry.

He pulls away and I close my mouth around the strawberry. Though, I don't chew. I cant chew. I can only watch Damien with wide bulging eyes as he chews, smiling.

I've never seen Damien smile so much.

I find I love it very much. Too much.

After a moment I chew too. Albeit dazedly.

When Damien passes me the plate it partially snaps me out of my daze. And then completely when he gets up from the bed.

My head whips up.

"Gotta piss," he tells me before walking out of the room.

I scrunch up my nose. Too much information.

I go back to eating. I pout down at my plate, seeing I only have two strawberries left.

By the time Damien is back I've finished them and am placing the tablet he left on my shelf in my mouth. God, I'm so bad at swallowing pills. They make me feel sick. Well only because of what I did. It reminds me of all the times I broke down.

I close my eyes and swallow the memories down with the pill. I almost embarrass myself by gagging. 

After I place the glass on the window I turn to Damien. "You should go get something to eat."

"The strawberries were enough," he smirks that cocky smirk.

My cheeks blush but I don't relent. "You only had two bites." I lay down and pull the covers up to my chin.

"They were enough. I'll eat later."

I'm about to argue but he eyes the bed with tired eyes and the guilt of having woken him doesn't allow me to do so. I lift the duvet as an invitation for him to get in.

He immediately complies.

He lays facing me and I look up at him with my hands tucked under my cheek. I stare at him, unabashed. But he's just so beautiful, even with his features stained with cuts and bruises.

Because of the accident. Which I forgot all about.

"Are you ok?" I ask. He's been so worried about me, taking care of me when all I have is normal old period pain, something I get every month and he got into a car crash yesterday. Because of me.

"Yeah, why?" He brings his hand up to push my hair off my neck and face. Then his thumb starts tracing the sensitive parts of my neck. No doubt, where the hickeys he left are.

My eyes threaten to flutter shut under the sensation but I keep them wide open, watching him as he watches his finger trace my neck.

"You got into a car accident yesterday," I tell him almost breathlessly.

His fingers cease all movement and his hard eyes snap up to mine. "I said all I had to say about it yesterday."

The harshness in his tone makes me flinch.

He lets out a defeated sigh and begins stroking my skin again. Not meeting my eyes, he says, "I just want to forget that yesterday ever happened. Well, everything after we entered the hospital."

I cock my head. After the hospital?

He answers my unspoken thoughts. "I enjoyed my dessert in the kitchen after breakfast." His smirk is different this time. It's mischievous and stained with lust.

Even so that one dimple pops out.

I feel an urge to poke it.

Poke it? Did that thought really just cross my mind.

I take that back, it didn't pass. It's planted itself in my mind and is growing at an abnormal pace. Soon enough it will be the biggest tree. Worst of all, it will overshadow any common sense.

What am I thinking? The mean voices in my head will hardly let it take root never mind let it grow into a whole tree.

Damien's hand descends to the swell of my breasts where I know for sure a hickey lies. He leans forward and kisses it.

Fireworks erupt in my belly. I suck in a breath and close my eyes.

A touch. That's all it takes for my body to go haywire with desire.

I inhale a deep breath then exhale, try to gather enough of my bearings to ask the question that keeps popping up into my head. Enough because I need to ration depending on his answer.

"What are we doing Damien?" His name barely leaves my lips because he licks a sensitive hickey.

Damien stills for a moment, but he doesn't go rigid.
That tiny detail causes relief to wash over me for some unexplainable reason.

He begins moving again. This time his lips skim across my skin. "Whatever the fuck we want," he murmurs against me.

I half gasp half moan when he presses a single open-mouthed kiss against my collar bone.

My skin tingles for more contact but I press down my body's need. My mind needs a peace of mind, it's confused and all these raging hormones aren't helping.

"No Damien, what are we doing? Meaning what is this," I wave a finger between us.