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me. Things were happening and I knew damned well what they were. There were a million reasons why what I was feeling was wrong. One of the most important being: I hadn’t even had her, yet. I shouldn’t have been this enamoured, damn it.
    But I was.
    Not to mention her dad. What the fuck was I going to tell him about the fact that I was going to be dating his daughter? His teenaged daughter?
    Dating?
    Clearly. I had no interest in just using her. Not that I hadn’t done that with other women before but I couldn’t imagine doing that to Demi.
    Then again, aside from whatever happened tonight, I had no idea what Demi would want. I had no…
    “Shit,” I cursed, my chaotic thoughts crashing and out of nowhere reminding me of something very important.
    “What?” Demi asked.
    I came to a stop right in front of the elevators, jaw twitching.
    “Dorian, what is it?”
    I groaned, feeling an agony tearing through me that rivaled acid splashing on my insides.
    “Dorian, you’re scaring me.”
    “Baby, I don’t mean to. It’s just…fuck,” I cursed.
    “Dorian!” Demi snapped, turning me around so she could glare up at me. “What is it?”
    “Idon’thaveanycondoms,” I mumbled quickly under my breath while leaning against the wall.
    “What?”
    “I don’t have any condoms,” I repeated, feeling like the biggest ass in history.
    “Wha…are you serious? Do you normally not use them or something?” Demi asked.
    I looked at her, expecting…hell, I don’t know what I was expecting but it sure as fuck wasn’t the confused and amused look on her face.
    I was about to experience a physical rupture that would surely be fatal and she was amused.
    Yay.
    “No,” I ground out, turning away from her and proceeding to bang my head against the wall. Then, because the anguish my dick was in wasn’t abating in the least, I decided to bang my head harder.
    “No,” Demi repeated, ignoring the danger I was putting my welfare in. “So if not, why don’t you have any? Did you run out recently?”
    Now I could definitely hear something I didn’t want to hear in her tone. I was sorely tempted to bang my head until, perhaps, my brain tissue ended up adorning the wall. “I ran out months ago,” I confessed.
    “Are you telling me - are you serious?” she asked incredulously.
    “It’s your fault,” I grumbled, feeling my face burn red.
    Beautiful. On top of everything else, I was now blushing. What more could this girl do to emasculate me?
    “Dorian, stop banging your head. I don’t want you hurting yourself,” Demi said, grabbing my shoulder and urging me to turn around. Once I did, she took me by surprise, cupping my face and smiling up at me.
    “You…cute. You’re blushing and it’s freaking cute.”
    I groaned, shaking my head. I was about to just confess my sudden lack of manhood and how it was all her fault. However, before I could do so, Demi pulled me back down and gave me a soft kiss that reminded me damn well of how much testosterone was still coursing through my system.
    “The store’s right outside,” Demi breathed, sighing when I brought her closer.
    “I don’t think I’m going to survive,” I whispered, nibbling at those lips.
    Demi giggled, the sound punching me right in the cock. “I might not, either. But we have to try, right?” And she managed to pull away, her expression turned on and playful.
    Lord, I’m begging. You win, I’m begging. Give me the strength. But above all, help me hide this damned hard-on. Amen.
    “Come on,” she said, tugging on my hand and leading me in the elevator. It arrived in the lobby less than ten seconds later. Demi awkwardly let go of my hand once the door slid open. I didn’t have to be a mind reader to know what was going through her head. My girl thought I’d mind people seeing us together like that. Which was ridiculous, really, considering how I’d carried her away from the gala.
    I was about to grab her hand and show her that I didn’t care who