Chapter 64- DAMON POV
The sound of a shower running woke me as my head began to pound. I quickly looked around at my surroundings and had no fucking clue where I was. It was obvious that I was in a motel, but I didn't remember how I got here. I sat up and looked for my clothes and realized they weren't here, but someone else's were. They obviously belonged to the chick in the shower and I had the urge to creep up to the door and peek in. Who the hell was in there? And, who the hell did I come here with?
Fuck, I have to stop drinking so damn much.
When the shower shut off, I nearly panicked and lunged back toward the bed and grabbed the blanket to wrap around my nearly naked body. I had no idea who would come out of that bathroom, but I didn't want to stand here in just my briefs.
They tinkered around in the bathroom for what seemed like forever as I made my way over to the door. It might look strange to someone walking by to see a guy run from a motel room in only a blanket, but what else was I to do?
Taylor's face popped into my head and I instantly felt like a piece of shit. She was probably back at our dorm room worried sick about me all night before she cried herself to sleep. I may have been angry as fuck to learn everything about her, but even I knew I was being a fucking asshole. We had a lot to talk about before we parted ways. I couldn't, in good conscience, let our friendship die like this. And I slept with someone else last night!! Charlotte was right, I am a hypocritical prick.
I just grabbed the door handle when I heard the screech of the bathroom door and my name being called.
My chest tightened as I slowly turned around and confirmed my racing thoughts. I thought I knew that voice.
She chuckled and came into the room as she approached her luggage.
"You seem surprised to see me. I'm going to assume you don't remember a thing from last night."
I shrugged. "It's a bit fuzzy," I lied.
She snorted. "Here, this is all I've got for you to wear." She threw a pair of black sweats and a tee at me as I dropped the blanket and pulled on her clothes.
The sweats were a bit tight but the shirt fit nicely. I wanted to ask why she had guy's clothes, but I knew there was a more pressing matter to discuss.
"Did we…" I trailed off as I nodded toward the bed.
She studied me for a long moment and then finally slowly shook her head. "No, we didn't do anything. I basically carried you in last night and let you face plant on the bed where you stayed all night."
I blew out a breath, glad that I wasn't the douche bag that I thought I was.
"Taylor, I think we should…"
"Talk?" She finished for me. "Yeah, we definitely need to do that, but I have an ATM down the street with my name on it."
Confused by her statement, I ignored it for the moment. I needed to say what was on my chest before I lost it. "Listen, Taylor, I was a real… a real…" I couldn't think of the word.
"Asshole?" She offered and I chuckled.
"Yeah, that." I ran a hand through my hair and sat on the end of the bed. "I was angry with you over what I had heard and saw, but you didn't deserve what I said to you. I don't want you to leave and I'm sorry."
She snorted. "You're sorry? I mean, I get that, Damon, but your words really fucking hurt me. I was a real fucking wreck before I met you and even when we were first getting to know one another. You have no idea what I've been through or why I was the way I was. You're just walking around pointing the finger at me when you probably had a worse reputation than me in high school. How can you sit there and treat me like…"
"Taylor," I cut her off and took a deep breath, "I know. This is why I'm trying to apologize. You don't deserve the things I said to you. I should be being your friend and helping you through this, not pushing you away."
Her gaze heated as she glared at me. "I don't want you to be my friend, Damon."
A sharp jab speared my chest as I tried to think my way out of this. She was still angry and I couldn't blame her for that, but I really hope she can see that I'm trying to fix our friendship.
"Taylor, I hope we can…"
"You're not understanding me, Damon. I don't want your friendship." My heart sank as I waited for her to end everything between us. "I want your heart. I want you. I want you to want me as much as I want you."
Alarms went off in my head as I stared over at her. Tears filled her gaze and my body moved. I hated to see her like this.
"Taylor," I whispered as I stopped right in front of her, "I do want you and that's the problem. We're both so fucked up that we can't help but push each other away. I just… I don't know how to fix this." And that was the truth.
"I was trying to fix things but you're the one who keeps trying to push me away now." She looked down at her phone. "I really need to go." She moved around me and grabbed the door handle. "If you're telling the truth, you'll still be here when I get back." Then she walked out and left me in the quiet motel room.
I sat back down on the edge of the bed and got comfortable because I wasn't going anywhere.