Criminal for You |On Hold|

Chapter 12: Everything Changes

Summer's POV:

I opened my eyes with a lot of difficulty, because my eyelids felt so heavy and I was extremely drowsy. I winced as I felt a sharp pain in my brain.

Everything was so warm. I squinted up at the ceiling where a chandelier was dangling. Huh? A chandelier?

I tried to get up, but the warm thing that was holding me in place tightened around me and forced me onto my back once more. I frowned and strained my neck to see what on Earth was going on.

Someone's... arms. A pair of muscled arms were wrapped around my torso. And I... I was lying on top of a man!?

I shot up again but the arms kept me restrained, making me fall back down. I turned my head, feeling my eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights.

Damon... his eyes were closed but there was a frown plastered on his face. His grasp on me tightened a little more.

"H-help!" I squeaked.

He opened his eyes. Honestly, it looked like he had been sleeping. The frown on his face melted away as he stared at me with that mysterious expression of his. His green eyes also seemed to twinkle under the crystal lights of the chandelier.

"Had a good rest?" He asked with a husky voice.

Yeah, he had definitely been sleeping.

And.. so had I? What on Earth happened!?

"I can't escape," I protested, trying to get up again. Damon merely smirked as he released his hold on me.

"Well, you were the one that asked me to sleep with you," he chuckled. I gaped at him, horrified and alarmed.

"WHAT!? When!?" I sat up straight on his lap and faced him, disbelief written all over my face.

With a lazy grin, he used his elbows to prop himself up. "Oh, don't tell me that you don't remember, sunshine?" His smile broadened as I felt the blood drain from my face.

"Maybe you really did have too much to drink."

Too much to drink!? I don't drink alcohol or beer or any other shenanigans!

Wait...

"Damon," I mumbled again. This bed.. couch.. whatever it was. I don't care. It's so cold!

"Summer?" I opened my eyes to look at him. He knelt down beside this cold thing and gazed at me intently.

"Wait..." He frowned, touching my neck. "Those bruises... they haven't gone away yet." He bit his lip.

I giggled because I was ticklish on my neck. He withdrew his hand and shook his head.

Wow, why does his hair look so soft?

"Summer?" He asked again, gently catching my hand by the wrist. "What are you doing?"

I didn't even realize that I had reached out to touch those soft strands of hair. But his hands...

"You're so warm," I whined. "Why can't this thing be warm like you?"

Damon let out a soft chuckle. "You can't go around saying things like that when you're so vulnerable like this. I'm a male, you know. I have my tendencies."

I frowned. "Ten... dancies. Why do you have ten dancies?" I pouted. "What's a dancy anyway?"

He shook his head. "Nevermind that. I'll be back, okay?" He let go of my hand and stood up.