I never thought my life would be like this; trapped in a dark room and scared for my life.
A blindfold was wrapped around my head, covering my eyes, making me completely blind and on high alert.
My breathing was ragged and I could smell the mold tha...
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I ate my sandwich as I stared at the ceiling. I was laid on my back on the floor, my feet propped up on the edge of the bed and my food tray next to me.
I was beyond bored and I couldn't wait for Damien to come back. He would be here in a few minutes and for some reason, I couldn't hold back the excitement of seeing him again.
Even though we had that moment the other day, we continued talking as if nothing happened. I noticed we slowly started getting closer and more touchy with the other, constantly finding some reason to touch the other. It was simple things like our hands brushing when he handed me the food, or when we'd play chess and we'd hand each other our pieces. Then I noticed we'd find ourselves flirting randomly with the other and I thought nothing of it. It all felt so natural.
A light knock echoed throughout the room before he entered, like he always did. He entered with a hand over his eyes. "Are you decent?" He whispered, shutting the door behind him.
I chuckled. "Yes, Damien. You can remove your hand." I told him, jumping to my feet and walking towards him.
He dropped his hand and smiled when he saw me. "Hey." He greeted smoothly.
I smiled and hugged him. "Hey, stranger." I pulled away and dragged him further into the room "Thank god you're here, I was so bored." I made him sit on the edge of the bed and sat behind him.
"What are you doing?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow and moving away from me.
I frowned, holding back my smile. "I wanna play with your hair. Please?" I begged, giving him my best puppy dog eyes.
He sighed and thought for a minute before rolling his eyes and giving in.
I smiled widely and started to run my hands through his hair. It was so soft.
His shoulders instantly relaxed and he let out a soft sigh. I thought about when Logan let me play with his hair and I put all the rubber bands in it. But, Logan wasn't here. Damien was. I pushed the thoughts out of my head and wrapped a piece of hair around my finger, giving him a little curl.
I continued giving him little curls all over his head and then made him turn to look at me once I was done. "You look adorable." I cooed, pinching his cheek.
He slapped my hand away and let out a chuckle. His lips twisted up in a smile, his teeth a bright white and his dimples showing. "I'm a man, you don't call a man adorable."
I waved my hand dismissively. "Then what would you call yourself?" I asked, my brows raised.
"I'm hot, get it right." He joked, running a hand through his hair.
I bit my lip as his muscles flexed against his shirt and his shirt rose slightly, exposing his abs.
"You're not wrong there." I murmured under my breath before I could catch myself.
