Broken Demons

Lorelei is a 16 year old girl living in an abusive household with her stepfather. She's also a freak, to add more to her list of problems. She can set fires with her fingers, and can't keep the boys away from her.

That is, until she meets Damien.
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The first thing I noticed was me and Damien's position. I lay on my back, him on his front. But that's not all. Our legs were intertwined, his large warm ones hugging mine. The second thing, was that his head lay almost on top of my chest. The third, and by far the one I had the most mixed feelings about, was his hand. His hand that was snaked up my shirt, coming dangerously close to delving beneath my bra. I lay completely still, listening to his breathing. He was still asleep. As soon as I had calmed my breathing down enough to rationally think, he shifted. He brought his knee up between my thighs, pushed and making my gasp. His hand traveled across my rib cage to grab my side and pull me closer to him. His knee kept pushing up against me, and I groaned, a bit louder this time. As soon as the sound left my mouth, I felt his breaths halt.