“Hey, there she is,” Damon greeted me the moment I woke up.
I didn’t remember falling asleep again and as I sat up, I noted that he was sitting in my bed. Or, was it still his? I’m not sure.
“I’m sorry for falling asleep. How long have I been out?” I rubbed my eyes and then stared at the pizza box that sat in front of Damon as he chowed down on a slice.
His chuckle filled the room. “Hungry?”
I got out of his bed and crawled onto mine but Damon began playing games with me. As soon as I’d reach for the box, he’d move it. I’d try again, and again, he’d move it.
“Hey!” I whined with a laugh as I lunged forward to steal the slice in his hand but fell off balance and landed on him.
We were both laughing until we realized how close we were to one another. Then I stared at his lips and remembered how much I’ve missed them; how much I missed him. His eyes watched me intently and right when he thought I was going to kiss him, I rubbed the bit of sauce from his upper lip and stuck it in my mouth.
The rich pizza sauce exploded on my tongue and Damon’s eyes went huge before he cleared his throat. He sat up which caused me to move back and this time when I went to grab a slice, he stopped moving the box.
“Mmm, I think the sauce from your mouth tastes better,” I purred while I glanced over at him.
I could tell that it was turning him on but he quickly got weird and looked away. And I knew why. I had just been assaulted by Tommy and he wouldn’t touch me. It was chivalrous; I’ll give him that, but he doesn’t need to treat me like damaged goods.
“I’m okay, ya know,” I said before I took a bite of my slice.
“I know,” he replied as he looked away from me.
“Seriously. I may not have been assaulted before, but I’ve been with rough men.”
The look of pure anger in his eyes made me gulp. I totally understood where he was coming from and I’d make sure Tommy got what he deserved, but Damon needed to know that I was fine. Yes, it was scary as hell and I’d never be able to look at Tommy again but Tommy wasn’t a stranger to me. I’d slept with him multiple times over the years. Was what he did to me okay? Absolutely not. But I’m not going to stop living my life because of it.
“So, you can touch me and I won’t mind,” I blurted out before I could stop myself.
He snorted and shook his head as he pushed the pizza box away and stood up.
“I can’t fucking touch you. Are you kidding me right now, Taylor? You were just raped and you’re already wanting to jump my bones? Are you fucking mental?!” He raised his voice with each question and I sat there completely dumbfounded. He made me feel horrible for still wanting him after what happened to me today.
“I’m not mental. I know that if I play the poor victim, Tommy wins. He wants to break me and I refuse to let him.”
He shook his head again before he ran his hands through his perfect brunette hair. “What makes you think I want to touch you? Even if the rape didn’t happen. I thought I made it very clear before I left that this,” he paused to point between us, “was over.”
I felt like someone sucker punched me in the gut.
“But, why? Did I do something wrong?”
“You made out with Tommy right in front of my eyes, Taylor!!” He screamed. “You like to play games and I don’t have fucking time for that shit. I came to school to run away from drama and games, and you’re bringing the shit right back into my life. It’s unwelcome.”
I jumped off of my bed and marched up to him, poking him in the chest. “Ignore all the bullshit happening around us. You can’t deny that you and I have a connection! From the first kiss, we’ve sparked. Tell me you don’t feel anything for me and I’ll back down.”
He stared at me for a long moment and my heart leapt with excitement, knowing that I was going to win this argument. But then he squared his shoulders and stared me dead in the eyes.
“I don’t feel anything for you.”
Then he turned and left our room, slamming the door behind him as I backed up toward the bed and sank down onto it. It felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest. It hurt like hell. This has to be the worst day ever.
My hand touched the bed where the comforter should be and I was greeted with just my sheet. Where the hell did my blanket go?!