He was looking for his clothes. I was pretty sure I’d ripped them off him before we’d entered my bedroom.
“What the fuck happened to this?” He asked, pulling my destroyed sage cushion out from behind another on the chair. He was still wearing nothing but his white gold watch, and I was very much enjoying the view.
My heart skipped a beat. I’d not looked at that for a while. I kept quiet, hoping he’d throw it down and let it go. Keeping a pillow stained with your mascara and tears from the break up with your ex-fuck buddy was too pathetic to admit.
“What did you do?”
My quilt covered me but I felt totally bare. “I cried on it a lot.”
He rubbed his forehead. “Oh. Why do you keep it?”
“It’s a reminder that I never want to hurt us that bad again.”
“Wait, you cried on this pillow over me?”
I sat up, pulling the quilt with me. My efforts to protect my modesty were in vein as Damon tugged on the bottom, uncovering my breasts.
“Yes. A lot, actually. Just because I was…”
“Being fucking impossible?”
“Going through some things,” I corrected, “doesn’t mean that I didn’t want to be able to be with you. Every time I thought I could give it a try I would think about my parents and what I didn’t want to become. To me it was a risk I couldn’t take. Ever.”
“I know and I understand now. We could’ve saved ourselves a lot of hurt if you would’ve opened up and told me from the beginning. There was something wrong there, I knew that, but I thought I could eventually get you to open up and let me in. I hate that you went through so much alone.”
He walked towards me and I bit my lip as my heart went wild with his slow decent to the bed.
“I wasn’t alone,” I whispered.
“You had Chloe but you wanted and needed me.”
I nodded, confirming what he clearly knew. He was the one I wanted to hold me when everything went to shit.
“Well you have me now and I’m not going anywhere. Neither are you so don’t even think about getting scared and running away from me again because I won’t let you go.”
Usually someone telling me what to do would piss me off but Damon telling me I was stuck with him really didn’t.
“Bring it on,” I replied.
He cocked his eyebrow. “Are you going to try running from me?”
“What would happen if I did?”
“Oh, Nell,” he said breathlessly, his eyes intensifying. I didn’t have time to blink before he was back on the bed and I was laying flat. His lips covered mine and I was lost for the next hour.
Damon
Nell walked out of the bathroom wearing a black pencil skirt that gave Pippa Middleton’s arse a run for its money and fitted royal blue silk shirt. She had her hair up in a sleek ponytail. I stopped getting dressed. Fuck me, she was stunning.
She looked up halfway through smearing gloss over her lips. I hated that shit. “What?”
“You’re beautiful,” I said, not even pretending I wasn’t ogling her like a pervert.
Taking a deep breath she dropped the lip gloss on the bed and made her way over. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way you make me feel, especially when you say things like that.”
“Good,” I replied, pulling her into my arms where she belonged. If she got used to it then I wasn’t making her feel the way I swore to make her feel every day of our lives. “I love you.”
I heard her breath leave her lungs much too quickly. “I love you too.”
That was getting easier for her to say. She’d had a difficult time finding her way back to me but we were there and we were happy.
“You’ll pick me up after work and we’ll go straight there, right?”
I kissed her forehead. “Right. Are you sure you want to spend the weekend with my parents?”
“Of course. I love your parents.”
“Yeah, but you love them based on spending a few hours with them three times since we got together. A whole weekend is–”
“Damon, will you chill. This is going to be great. No commitment fear anymore, remember?”
“You sure about that?”
“Maybe I worry sometimes but not because I think we’ll turn out like my parents. We won’t, I know that for sure.”
“Then what do you worry about?”
“You leaving me,” she whispered.
I almost laughed in her face but thankfully I managed to pull it back at the last minute. “Come on, Nell, be serious.”
She folded her arms over her chest defensively. “What? You asked!”
“You honestly think there’s even the slightest possibility that I’d leave you?” I asked.
“I do. I can’t help it. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I’m so sure that I must be dreaming here.”
“Funny,” I replied. “I feel the same.”