Where I Belong

CHAPTER TWO

Hehe the pic is of the guy she meets!

CHAPTER TWO

Santana watched her mom from the bus window. She noticed Sandra’s determined expression and shook her head. The bus rumbled and started to close its doors.

“Wait!” someone yelled.

Santana looked up to see one of the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. She noticed that the only empty spot was beside her!

Oh my God!

He saw her flustered face and smiled. She was unique looking. Her gold eyes turned darker with arousal when looking at him. He groaned inwardly.

He sat down none to gently and stared straight at her. She blushed and looked out the window.

“What’s your name?” he asked in a friendly voice.

“Santana,” she smiled.

“Like Carlos Santana? A unique name for a unique girl,” he complimented.

“I don’t know. My mom never told me why. She said she thought it was different. And thanks.”

“And your name?” she asked.

“Damon.”

She nodded then blurted out not seem so disinterested “Like Damon Salvatore?”

He chuckled. “Yea like the hot sexy vampire.”

She blushed.

“Haha you’re cute Santana.”

“Thanks, you are too,” she grinned.

He patted her on the head and the conversation ended for about five minutes. They couldn’t stop talking to each other. It was like they were best friends.

They were on the road for an hour when a lady tapped Damon on the shoulder.

“Can you and your girlfriend keep it down? I’m trying to sleep.”

He almost started laughing. Did they look that close to each other?

Santana then shut up. She was so embarrassed!

Damon nudged her in the rib gently. She turned and saw him with a grin on his face. Rolling her eyes she grabbed her Ipod and offered him a headphone. He accepted and they listened to the flow of the music. He happened to have the same taste, and they became even closer.

Santana awoke to a bumpy ride. Her head rested on Damon’s shoulder. His scent was relaxing and he smelled like sweet honey. She looked up and their eyes met. It was so intimate; she had to avert her gaze. It was quiet, only the noise of the bus in the background. She couldn’t grasp at how gorgeous he was. He had tousled black hair, brown eyes, straight nose; a complete masculine look. He was Godly. She pictured them kissing and she squirmed in her seat. An eighteen year old virgin, she had no idea what sex was really like. She imagined it a fast painful act and it scared her. Just thinking of him touching her that way brought goose bumps to her skin.

“Are you cold?” he asked concerned.

“Just a little,” she replied.

“Here,” he took out a hoodie from his bag.

His scent wafted to her. It was musk, male scent. It smelled so good!

She put it on over her head and breathed in the sweet smell. By God! She smiled happily. It was too big on her, but warmed her nicely.

“It looks good on you!” he pulled the hood over her head. She laughed.

“How old are you cutie pie?” he patted her head ruffling her blonde hair.