Damon shut and locked our dorm room door as he turned and stared at me. My hands shook and I felt like I could throw up. I knew speaking with that female cop and getting the rape kit done would point the finger right at Tommy, but hearing that he was arrested made it all real. And instead of thinking about myself, I thought about how angry my father was going to be.
“You okay?” Damon asked after several minutes of silence.
I wanted to be able to tell him that I was, but that was a crock of shit. I wasn’t okay and I just wanted everything to go away. I wished things were different and I wish I wasn’t the girl I used to be. If I had met Damon under different circumstances, none of this shit would be happening. My life is a fucking mess.
Nodding my head, I went to my dresser and tugged out a long tee, and headed for the bathroom. I just wanted to go to bed and try to sleep this night away.
But before I could even make it to the bathroom, Damon blocked my way and grabbed my chin.
“You’re not alone in this, Taylor. You can talk to me.”
I snorted. “Right. I can talk to the guy who was just screaming at me and probably wants nothing to do with me.” I pulled my chin away and tried to go into the bathroom again. My heart hurt and it was all my fault. I never should have accepted that fucking bet and I never should have drug Damon into my shitty, messed up life.
“Just because I get angry from time to time doesn’t mean I care any less,” he stated.
“Why didn’t you tell me you knew?” I had to know why he didn’t confront me sooner.
He shrugged. “I was hoping you’d have the balls to tell me yourself.” He finally stepped out of my way, but now I wanted to talk.
“When did you find out?”
His eyes slid over my body before he glared into my eyes. “The night of the bonfire.”
I inhaled a sharp breath. “Shit, Damon…” That was why he was so pissed looking and stormed off when I started making out with Tommy. I’m such an idiot! “I’m so sorry,” I added, knowing damn well that an apology wasn’t going to fix this.
He walked over to his bed and sat on the edge before he kicked off his shoes. It was surreal living with him now. We might be on rocky terms right now, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.
“I was so angry when I found out,” he started as he slowly looked back up at me, “but when you chased after me into the woods, I couldn’t stop my emotions from taking over. I wanted you so badly…” He blew out a breath and whispered, “I still do.”
I let out a small sob before I covered my mouth. My heart was pounding and I wanted to run to him and throw my arms around his neck but I didn’t want to push my limits with him either.
“I know that I screwed up big time, Damon, but I’m not the same girl you met the night of the bet. I hated what I did, but I’m not sorry that I met you. I just wish we had met under different circumstances.” And that was the truth. I don’t regret meeting Damon for one second, I just hate the way we came together. That damn bet would always be over our heads. I just hope that we can get past that.
His eyes never left mine as he stood up from his bed and slowly made his way over to me. He grabbed my chin and made me look up into his eyes as his thumb slid over my bottom lip. My mouth dropped open and I mentally begged him to kiss me; to make this feeling of doom go away.
“The circumstances brought us here for a reason. I’m not going anywhere, Taylor.” Then he released my chin and stepped away from me.
He may not have kissed me, but his words meant everything to me. He wasn’t going anywhere. I think I’ll hold him to that. For now, though, I finally went into the bathroom and got out of my clothes and into my long tee.
And when I came out of the bathroom, I found that Damon had fallen asleep on the top of his blanket with his clothes still on. Poor guy must be exhausted. That, or he’s pretending to be asleep so I don’t keep bothering him. But the small snores coming from his half opened mouth told me that he was truly asleep. Well, hell!
I crawled into my own bed and opened Netflix on my phone, hoping to fall asleep from the much-needed distraction.