I snorted and shook my head. “I’d rather not, but enjoy Barbie.”
He chuckled. “It’s not a date. She overheard me discussing the new band with some buddies and invited herself along. It isn’t what you think.”
Should I go? Part of me wanted to but I didn’t want to seem desperate for his attention. I wanted things to go back to the way they were before without all the hiding. Would he be down for that? I could really use a night out after everything.
I lightly shrugged my shoulders and silently agreed that I would go.
He stepped away from my things and went back to his side of the room as he continued shoving his books back into his backpack. I couldn’t stop staring at his back and wondered what was going on in that head of his.
I still had no idea where he'd been for the past two weeks and I still hadn't told him that I researched his past. The ground between us was rocky at best, so I wouldn't bring that up just yet.
"When are you going?" I asked.
"In a bit. I have to do some running beforehand. Are you cool with meeting me there at seven? It's at Club Diamond."
"Yeah, that's cool," I replied as I ran through my head on what I was going to wear. "What kind of music is it tonight?"
"A lot of bands will be there. Rap, metal, dubstep DJ's." He shrugged.
"Cool." And with that, I knew the perfect outfit. If Damon turns me down after tonight, then I'll definitely be moving out and I'll know that what we had was nothing. It will hurt like hell, but I won't think about that part yet.
He slung his bag over his shoulder and went for the door but stopped and looked at me.
"I am sorry that you went through all of that alone this morning. I was just trying to do the right thing. Are you okay?"
I nodded. "I'm fine. It was just… a lot to take in."
"I'll make it up to you. I promise, but right now, I really do have to go."
And then he was gone.
I went through my drawers and pulled out my clothes for tonight and went to take a shower. Damon won't even know what hit him when he sees me and I can't wait to see his jaw drop.
But as I showered, I couldn't stop thinking about everything. I thought I'd be more screwed up about the rape, but I wasn't. Did that make me weird? All I wanted was to crawl into Damon's bed and feel his hands on my body. I wanted to feel that connection with him again. Most women would be freaked out after a rape, but all I wanted was for Damon to make love to me.
Whatever. I feel the way I feel because of who I am. Yes, Tommy forced himself on me but I was used to using my body to get what I wanted. Men taking advantage of my body was normal. Damon never made me feel that way and maybe that's why I craved him so much.
I got out of the shower and got dressed, grinning at my reflection in the mirror afterwards. Damon was going to drool. I wore my favorite white, lacy bralette that was clearly see-through. If you looked close enough, you could see my nipples. Then I wrapped my white skirt around my waist that was held on by a tie and stopped mid-thigh. It left my thighs wide open so I made sure to wear matching white panties. Oh, and matching white studded stilettos.
Looking at the time, I noticed that it was already time to order an Uber and meet Damon at the club. I wrapped the matching white sheer kimono over my shoulders and left. Here goes nothing.