Puppy Dog Eyes

Someone Like Me

Lylah's POV

He kissed me.

His hair was sopping wet, dripping on our noses as he aggressively mashed our faces together.

"Say it again." He whispered in between kisses.

"I love you."

"Fuck." His eyes closed tightly as he brought my body closer to his. His face falls to my neck as his hands fall down over my bottom.

"D-Damon."

"I can't believe I'm letting you of all people see me like this." He growled before biting my neck. His arm sunk in between us and I felt my knees buckle underneath me as his fingers slipped between my legs under the towel.

"D-Da-Damon, I can't right now. Trust me I would if I could."

"Why can't you?" His head raises and his hand fell back down to his side, his eyes narrowed in on mine in confusion.

"I need to get dressed." I slowly pull away from his hold and walk around him to my pile of clothes.

"Stay, you know I get nightmares when you leave." He begs.

"I can't tonight, I have something to do with Trevor. I'll come back tomorrow after my appointment."

"Appointment?"

"Uh yeah doctors appointment."

"Fine. Tomorrow."

I could feel his eyes on me as I faced away from him while getting dressed.

"Can I at least drive you home?"

"No no you've had a long day, try to get some rest, please for me." I turn and push him to sit on the bed, noticing the tent forming in his towel.

"You won't let me do anything for you anymore, why?" His eyebrows angled down but his eyes kept looking me over, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

How was he seriously horny again?

"I just know you're going through a lot, I don't wanna be a burden, I'm supposed to take care of you."

"You make it sound like it's a job, I'm not a fucking child. Besides, what if helping you makes me happy? You ever thought maybe it feels good to be needed every once in a while?" He snaps out of his lust and his breaths become quicker.

"Calm down, fine take me home!"

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"The entire ride was silent besides the murmuring radio in the background."

"Silent?"

"I did notice him squirming a bit as he drove, it was almost as if he were getting worked up about something. His grip on the steering wheel was tight and his eyes squinted every now and again- like he was in pain? Or uncomfortable?"

"I could be wrong but... maybe the guy popped a boner." Trevor shrugs as he gets comfortable on my bed.

I didn't wanna pry, I'm sure if it was serious he would have brought it up himself.

"What! No there's no way!" I shake my head at his theory.

"I mean it wouldn't be surprising, you told me he's been worked up these past few weeks."

"Even if it was true- what has gotten him so worked up, that's saying a lot coming from someone like me."

"That's what I can't figure out. To go from super distant to clingy and horny within a few weeks is honestly beyond me." He places a finger on his chin with a confused gaze.

"He's like a dog in heat I don't get it, not that I mind."

"I think it's time for a therapist, talk to him about it."

"He'd bite my head off if I did that!" I laugh out.

"The old Damon might but broken Damon would at least hear you out first." He argues.

"It's worth a shot."

"Y'know... therapy might be good for you too, I've noticed ever since you told me about your mom popping up that you've been dependent on him as well. Just think about it, I know a guy if you want to do it." He rubs my back with his head against mine while I process what he just said.

"I'll... think about it."