Damon was lying on his belly, breathing peacefully and I was next to him staring up at the ceiling. Neither of us was saying a word and it felt comfortable just being in his presence. I’ve never had this feeling before.
Rolling to my side, I faced Damon and pushed the sheet down to run my fingers across his back. There was a long scar there that I hadn’t noticed before and I let my fingers drag over it.
He jolted from the touch and then froze. I hit a nerve.
“Where’d you get this?” I asked gently.
He didn’t answer and that concerned me. It was obvious that he didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t push him.
“Why me?” He asked, finally breaking the silence in the room.
He turned just his head to look over at me.
“Why me, Taylor? Out of all the men you could fuck… Why did you choose me?”
Oh. That. I couldn’t tell him about the bet for obvious reasons and the hand job and fuck fest in my bed were for me. I had gotten a taste of him and I didn’t want to stop licking.
“I just…” I paused, trying to come up with some sort of true answer, “I think your whole hiding behind your hoodies and hat is kind of sexy. I got curious and boy am I glad I was.”
He lightly chuckled, shaking his head.
“So, what does that mean then? We just fuck buddies?”
I swallowed, afraid to tell him that I couldn’t and wouldn’t let my friends see me with him. They’d tell him about the bet for sure and no sane person would stick around if they knew they were just a wager.
“Yes,” I whispered, “Secret fuck buddies.”
He tensed next to me and I regretted the words that came out.
“Damon, I didn’t mean…”
Voices echoed up the stairs and I nearly had a panic attack. The girls were home and I couldn’t let them see Damon. I jumped from the bed and began throwing his clothes at him.
“You should probably go. There’s a no-boys rule in the house and they’ll freak out if they find you here.” I was bouncing around, tugging on my own clothes when I noticed Damon moving like a fucking sloth. “Damon!!”
“All right! I’m going!” He finally stood up and got dressed, tugging on his shoes as I shoved him toward my window. “What the hell?”
“You can’t go out the front door! Don’t worry, just follow the back porch roof to the left and then climb down the trellis.”
He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Why do I have this feeling that you’re used to doing this kind of thing?”
I felt my cheeks blush as I ignored his question and kept pushing him out the window.
“I’ll find you. Don’t trip and break your neck.” I shut the window on him and spun around just in enough time to find Rose bursting through my door.
Her eyes looked around suspiciously before landing on me.
I nodded, still blocking her view from looking out the window. Damon better be halfway down that trellis by now or I swear I’ll kill him.
“I heard you talking to someone.”
“My mom. I’m going to their place this weekend. I just got off the phone with her.” My eyes moved to my phone lying on the floor next to my bed before I turned my gaze back onto her. I really hope she buys that.
“Hmm, whatever,” she threw her perfect hair over her shoulder and sauntered back toward the door. “I just came in to see if you wanted to go to the movies with us tonight. Ryan and Tommy will be here soon.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever.” I agreed only because she wouldn’t leave if I didn’t tell her I’d go.
She continued to eye me for a moment longer before she finally turned and left my room, shutting the door behind her. I let out a long breath and spun back to look out the window in search of Damon. He had made it to the ground without breaking his neck and he was now walking through the yard, pulling his hood up over his hat. He really liked to hide, didn’t he? I need to know why and I definitely need to know more about this mysterious guy.