I took out another wad of cash as I thought about where I would stay tonight. I couldn't very well stay here again incase my father got wind of my withdrawals and came looking around the ATM's location. There was another motel several miles away that was nicer than this one. I'd go there until I figured out my next plan.
Making my way back toward the motel, I saw a street vendor serving hot coffee and small pastries. I quickly approached the cart and got Damon and I some breakfast. It wasn't the greasy breakfast that would make his hangover feel better, but it was better than nothing.
When I got back to my room, I almost expected to step back into an empty room but Damon still sat on the edge of the bed. That's a start, right? He was still here after all.
"I got you a coffee and donut," I stated as I handed him the items.
He took them and dug right in, having the donut eaten before I even had the door shut. I sat down at the small table and sipped my coffee as I stared over at him. I had no idea where to begin.
"Are you coming back to the dorm with me?" He finally asked.
I shook my head. "It's too late for that. I've kind of made a mess for myself."
"You can come back, ya know. I won't stop you. In fact, I hope that you do because you're so close to being done."
I laughed. "Maybe so, but I'm pretty sure my fellow students and a specific professor and dean don't want to see me come back."
He shifted uncomfortably in his spot before he sipped from his coffee and averted his gaze.
"If you don't come back, they win," he whispered.
They might win, but they haven't defeated me. I wasn't running because of them. I was running because I didn't want to stay some place where I had made a bad name for myself. Starting over felt like the right idea, and I can only hope that Damon will want to be a part of that.
"I'm not done with them yet." Those videos had a lot of evidence in them and I could totally bring them down to the station, causing the dean and Professor Weiland to lose their jobs. Sleeping with an almost twenty-one year old wasn't illegal, but sleeping with a student with promises of higher grades and keeping that student in school was.
Damon studied me as he sipped his coffee. "What does this mean for us then if you leave?"
I smirked. "I'm not going far." And that was the truth. Where would I go? This city is all I've ever known besides my parents mini mansion, and there was no way in hell I was ever going back there.
He ran a hand over his face and blew out a breath. "I really wish you'd finish school. You're going to regret it."
I laughed again. "Even if I do go back, how will I afford to stay? My father won't be footing the bill anymore… and let's not forget that I was sleeping with the dean and professor to keep me in school. My grades are lacking because of my poor decisions to not focus. I wouldn't be graduating if I went back."
"What are you going to do then?"
I shrugged. "I'll figure it out when I get a job and find my own apartment."
I could tell that he didn't like my answers, but what else was I supposed to tell him? I couldn't tell him what he wanted to hear because I wasn't going to lie to him anymore.
His eyes moved around the room until they landed on mine again. "Then I'm coming with you."
"What?!" I froze as I stared over at him. "You can't do that! I can't be the reason why you don't graduate."
"Oh, I'll still graduate, but I won't let you do this alone. I've been a real shifty friend and an even worse boyfriend. You won't do this alone, Taylor."
My heart raced at his words. Did he just call himself my boyfriend? I liked it.
"Damon," I started and stopped when he stood up from the bed and came over to me.
He leaned over me as he placed his hands on the table and loomed over me.
"I've been pushing you away for too long. I knew the moment I met you that you were going to be mine. I just didn't know how true that would be." He leaned closer to me as my breath hitched in my throat. His domineering side was coming back out and the ache between my legs reminded me how much I missed him. "I'm coming with you. I've said some real dickhead things over the last few days but when I told you at the club that you were mine, I meant it." His voice was deep and gravely as it made my hairs stand on end.
God, I hope he kisses me.
"But you said that was just in the heat of the moment," I whispered.
His lips turned up into a sexy smirk. "That was one of the dickhead things I've said." His eyes searched mine as my heart continued to race. "Do you trust me, Taylor?"
I stared deeply into his eyes and knew in my heart and soul that I did. He might be the only person that I actually did trust, even if he hasn't always kept his word. Strange how love does that to a person.
"The real question is: do you trust me?" His dickhead comments over the last few days told me that he might not.
"I'm going to kiss you now and then you can tell me the answer to your question."
He very slowly moved toward me as I held my breath once again. When his lips touched mine, our mouths seemed to hover as a spark zapped between them. Then his hand slipped into my hair as he slanted his mouth over mine and devoured my tongue.
I moaned into his mouth as our tongues tasted and teased. The ache between my legs began to throb as my hands clawed at his shirt. The Damon that I adored was back and he was right, the answer to my question was definitely in this kiss.