𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

Twelve

He needs me. Damon needs me. I ponder over that thought, laying half naked in his bed while he sleeps peacefully beside me. I let him touch me, I let him pleasure me and I didn't have one panic attack. Maybe he is my hero, the one person I've been waiting for my entire life.

Smiling I roll over accidentally pressing my ass into him causing movement to come from his boxers. I squeak catching myself by surprise when I realize it's just his penis. Sighing I return to my position and pull one of his arms around my body. "Morning beautiful" a raspy voice comes from behind me. I smile and flip myself over facing him. "Morning" I grin pressing my lips to his nose.

Damon smiles at me before he kisses me softly pulling me closer until his penis bounces with excitement and whacks me between my thighs. Squeaking with surprise I jump back again causing Damon to chuckle. "That's called morning wood baby" he smirks at me. I scowl at his crotch for being so incredibly inconsiderate before I smile up at him. I smile laying my head against the pillow.

He smiles back at me before his lips press against mine. "You're so damn beautiful," he replies. It sounds so absolutely perfect rolling off his tongue. Cuddling against his chest I pull the blankets over us and kiss him softly. His lips return the kiss, kissing me with all the passion he has inside. "Time to get up, love birds!" The door flies open and in walks Damien standing in the doorway with a proud smile on his lips.

Damon glares at his brother keeping my body covered. "Get the fuck out Damien, she doesn't have pants on" he scolds. Damien watches me for a second before he heads to the door. "Practice is in 1 hour! Get up!" He replies, closing the door behind him. Rolling over I groan when I realize I have no clothes but my costume here. "What's wrong Han?" he whispers into my hair.

"I have classes and no clothes here except my costume" I scowl. Damon starts laughing. He's actually fucking laughing at me right now. Sitting up I scowl at him crossing my arms. "It's not bloody funny" I repeat. Damon stops laughing and stares at me. "It's cute when it comes from your pretty lips, with a thick accent" he replies. Scowling I cross my arms, glaring at him. "You have a pair of ripped jeans here, you left them the night you went to Scarlet's and you can wear one of my shirts" he replies.

Relaxing I flop back down and curl up next to him. "I don't want to go to school" I whine. Damon chuckles and kisses my nose. "It's a part of life, baby. I bet you didn't want to go to high school but you did anyways" he replies. I nod, sulking with my arms crossed over my chest. He smiles at me before climbing out of bed and heading for the door with a towel in his hand.

"If you want a shower before classes you'll have to come with me because these boys are like wild animals and don't share anything" he replies. I nod slowly, grabbing my shorts from the floor and sliding them up my body before getting to my feet, sliding the tub top on and following Damon. Once the bathroom door closes and locks behind us, Damon begins turning on the facet.

Climbing up on the sink I wait patiently as he strips and climbs into the shower. "Hockey practice I assume?" I respond a little late. "What? Oh yeah" he replies peering through the curtains at me. I eye the roof and frown shaking my head. I think friendship is all I can offer Damon. I can't give him a relationship, I mean I don't think he wants one but that's all I got.

My mind ponders the thoughts over and over until I hear the curtains open, Damon stepping out and wrapping a towel around his waist. How do men look so fucking hot with that look. I wonder as I check him out. When my eyes meet his, he's smirking at me, his lips pulled back in a grin.

"Like what you see?" He smirks. Rolling my eyes I strip and climb into the shower, washing last night's mistake from my body as I scrub shampoo through my hair. I hear movement as I rinse the soap from my hair. Peering out I watch Damon as he sits on the counter waiting patiently. "Hurry up, Cinderella" he calls through the curtains.

Rinsing the conditioner I wash my body quickly before I turn off the facet. Stepping out and wrapping a towel around my body tightly. "Let's go, Sam wants a shower" he replies leading me back to his bedroom and closing the door behind him. Drying my hair with the towel quickly I pull my panties up my body before clasping on my bra.

Damon watches me with hunger and I instantly feel guilty about last night. "We can't do anything, Damon. I think I can only offer you friendship" I reply softly pulling his white t-shirt over my hair. He nods slowly before he pulls his boxers and a pair of black ripped skinny jeans up his thighs. Sliding my jeans up my legs I quickly button them before brushing out my hair with Damon's comb.

"You ready?" He asks as he pulls a shirt over his body. I nod quickly grabbing my phone before following him down the stairs to the kitchen. I catch Sam smirking at me as he rubs his hair with the towel. Groaning, I grab a muffin from the counter and bite into it. Damien chuckles as he ruffles his damp hair climbing onto an island stool. "What's for breakfast Damon?" Sam slides his fingers together.

Damon grins and makes his way to the kitchen as he begins to prepare omelets. I watch him closely before tilting my head. "You cook?" I gasp. "Surprised?" He asks as he chops up green peppers. I giggle slightly before finding a seat beside Sam and finishing my muffin. He continues preparing five omelets as we all talk amongst ourselves.

"Breakfast is served" he smiles as he places two plates in front of Sam and I. My mouth waters as I stare at the delicious food. "Damon knows how to make a good morning before practice" Ace's voice pipes up as he walks downstairs rubbing a towel over his blonde hair. I smile and shove a forkful into my mouth chewing with satisfaction.

Four hockey players and they eat like kings because Damon can actually make a decent meal. Finishing what's on my plate I get to my feet bringing the empty plate to the sink. "Fucking fantastic" Damien mutters through mouthfuls as he takes my place at the stool. Pouring a glass of orange juice I finish it quickly before I look around the room.

"Hurry up, we have to go" Ace replies, putting his empty plate in the sink. "Aye aye Captain" Sam replies following Ace's lead. Damien shoves the last forkful into his mouth before getting to his feet and bringing his dish to the sink as well. Making my way to the door I slide my boots on, quickly zipping them up as I slide my jacket on.

I look up as all four boys follow me out the door to Ace's type r. "We're taking this?" I say baffled. Damon grins at me as he slides into the back with me, followed by Sam. "Let's get a move on Damien!" Ace barks starting up the car as he slides into the driver's seat. Damien runs from the house sliding into the passenger seat just as we pull out of the driveway.

As we drive to the campus I can only imagine the questions Bailey's gonna throw at me about last night. Shaking my head I lean my head against the window slightly annoyed. When the car comes to a stop I practically leap out grabbing my books and heading in the direction of the school. "Have a fun practice" I call over my shoulder.

Once I enter the coffee house I order myself something as I wait for my two friends to show. I already know I'm going to be attacked with questions from last night. Not a single doubt about it, every girl on campus would love to roll around in bed with Damon. The jealousy I feel when I think about Damon fucking someone else eats at me but I ignore it. I told him we could only be friends and I'm sticking to that.