perfume. I felt a cold spot on my cheek. Then I felt it, a squeeze in my right hand, something that exhilarated me as much as it pained me. I knew he wanted to go, and my mom was there to take him. Even in death, their love survived.
I had been standing there lost in my own memories, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I drew in a shuddering breath and began to explain.
“My parents died when I was eight years old, and my brother Nikolas was three. We visited the hospital often because my dad was in a coma and left on breathing machines. His mother held on to him, but he was long gone and his body was kept alive by a machine.”
A single tear fell down my cheek, and Xavier stepped forward. With the pad of thumb, he wiped the tear away. He put his hand in his pocket and looked into my eyes.
“I’ll hold on to those and keep them safe.”
He softly kissed my lips, and I felt a slight flutter of wings.
Maybe there is hope.
“Thank you,” I murmured.
He pulled me into a hug, and I let it go. I could finally be weak because I had found my anchor. He may not be what my body yearned for, but my heart needed him. I thought, for the very first time, that maybe I would be able to find true love. If only I wasn’t distracted by my libido and the urges to experience someone who was entirely wrong for me. The fact remained that we took a step in a direction we both wanted, yet he had urged me to be with Xavier, and not with him.
Damien pushed my buttons in the worst way, just like he had pushed down the gas pedal of his muscle car to get away from me, from the idea of us. The admission brought a new wave of tears to the surface I didn’t actually know I was holding. The fact that he was able to bring forth these emotions bothered me tremendously.
“Why don’t we go and get some coffee My’,” Xavier whispered into my ear
I just nodded, unable to let him know just how upset I really was. I regretted it all right. I regretted that the bastard was stopping me from falling in love with the right guy. Instead, I fell in lust with the wrong one.
I’m so screwed.
Chapter Eight
Damien
I walked into my home, closing the door with a swift back kick; the noise reverberated through the quiet house. I stomped my way up to my room but stopped midstride when I saw a nearly naked Natalie yelp. She ran to the bathroom and slammed the door in her haste.
“Sorry Damien… I didn’t think you’d be home yet,” she yelled from behind the door.
“Dude, what’s up with all the slamming?” Trevor bitched. He was clearly euphoric, apparently having just gotten laid, which was gross, since he was my cousin. What made it even worse was I suffered from a case of blue balls brought on by the blue eyed devil herself.
Damn her!
“Bad night.”
I walked into my room but left the lights off. This had to be the most fucked up situation I’ve ever been in, and now I felt like I was going against everything I believed in.
“YOU NEED TO GET LAID!” I heard Trevor yell from behind his bedroom door while a giggling Natalie must have been in agreement.
Shit, I knew I did too, but Mylie was screwing with my head. How can one woman break down everything I trusted without even trying? That kiss tonight was incredible, but it was the connection and chemistry that played a major part in tonight’s events. There was no denying I was a jealous Neanderthal when I saw her with his godliness, Thor.
Ugh! Damn you Mylie.
I heard a slight knock on my door and pretended to be asleep, but the knocking continued, louder. I sighed.
“Come in,” I finally responded. Natalie peeked her head in and looked nervous.
“What? You dying or did you get lost?” I asked irritably.
“Stop being a dick and listen up. Damien you need to get over Jen. What’s done is done. You can’t hate all women because of one dirty slut, especially one like Jen. You want Mylie. Hell, I can smell her perfume on your clothes from here, and trusting my instinct, you
I had been standing there lost in my own memories, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I drew in a shuddering breath and began to explain.
“My parents died when I was eight years old, and my brother Nikolas was three. We visited the hospital often because my dad was in a coma and left on breathing machines. His mother held on to him, but he was long gone and his body was kept alive by a machine.”
A single tear fell down my cheek, and Xavier stepped forward. With the pad of thumb, he wiped the tear away. He put his hand in his pocket and looked into my eyes.
“I’ll hold on to those and keep them safe.”
He softly kissed my lips, and I felt a slight flutter of wings.
Maybe there is hope.
“Thank you,” I murmured.
He pulled me into a hug, and I let it go. I could finally be weak because I had found my anchor. He may not be what my body yearned for, but my heart needed him. I thought, for the very first time, that maybe I would be able to find true love. If only I wasn’t distracted by my libido and the urges to experience someone who was entirely wrong for me. The fact remained that we took a step in a direction we both wanted, yet he had urged me to be with Xavier, and not with him.
Damien pushed my buttons in the worst way, just like he had pushed down the gas pedal of his muscle car to get away from me, from the idea of us. The admission brought a new wave of tears to the surface I didn’t actually know I was holding. The fact that he was able to bring forth these emotions bothered me tremendously.
“Why don’t we go and get some coffee My’,” Xavier whispered into my ear
I just nodded, unable to let him know just how upset I really was. I regretted it all right. I regretted that the bastard was stopping me from falling in love with the right guy. Instead, I fell in lust with the wrong one.
I’m so screwed.
Chapter Eight
Damien
I walked into my home, closing the door with a swift back kick; the noise reverberated through the quiet house. I stomped my way up to my room but stopped midstride when I saw a nearly naked Natalie yelp. She ran to the bathroom and slammed the door in her haste.
“Sorry Damien… I didn’t think you’d be home yet,” she yelled from behind the door.
“Dude, what’s up with all the slamming?” Trevor bitched. He was clearly euphoric, apparently having just gotten laid, which was gross, since he was my cousin. What made it even worse was I suffered from a case of blue balls brought on by the blue eyed devil herself.
Damn her!
“Bad night.”
I walked into my room but left the lights off. This had to be the most fucked up situation I’ve ever been in, and now I felt like I was going against everything I believed in.
“YOU NEED TO GET LAID!” I heard Trevor yell from behind his bedroom door while a giggling Natalie must have been in agreement.
Shit, I knew I did too, but Mylie was screwing with my head. How can one woman break down everything I trusted without even trying? That kiss tonight was incredible, but it was the connection and chemistry that played a major part in tonight’s events. There was no denying I was a jealous Neanderthal when I saw her with his godliness, Thor.
Ugh! Damn you Mylie.
I heard a slight knock on my door and pretended to be asleep, but the knocking continued, louder. I sighed.
“Come in,” I finally responded. Natalie peeked her head in and looked nervous.
“What? You dying or did you get lost?” I asked irritably.
“Stop being a dick and listen up. Damien you need to get over Jen. What’s done is done. You can’t hate all women because of one dirty slut, especially one like Jen. You want Mylie. Hell, I can smell her perfume on your clothes from here, and trusting my instinct, you
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