I bit my bottom lip and traced the little red marks on my back with my fingers. Damien had apparently been holding back during the weeks I spent with him. It had become obvious that he wanted me once I saw the way he had narrowed his eyes, the hypnotic swirls of green and gold igniting at my touch. It felt good to be wanted even after I had shown him some of the worse sides of my personality. I was awkward, quiet, and insecure. But no matter how much I showed that side to him, he remained unfazed, always greeting me with a smile.I sighed at the unknown of where we would go from here. After we had sex in my bed, Darcey promptly kicked us out for being too noisy in an apartment that I no longer lived in. She was not very happy seeing me in that tight little dress, not because that proved we were up to no good, but because she would've definitely taken it for herself if she had found it. In our rush, I only ended up leaving with one box containing two plants, a couple of skirts, a t-sh

A fury of long fingernails attempted to scratch at my face as I held a couch cushion against my body. Gemma had started running with enough distance between us for me to grab the cushion to protect myself before being tackled to the ground. It was like a reflex, but I was grateful for it after seeing the wild look in Gemma's eyes. She was strong, but my instinct to survive was stronger. I pushed up, keeping Gemma's claws as far as possible while wondering what the hell I did to provoke this woman.Suddenly the weight on top of me lightened, and I saw Matthew holding Gemma in the air like a child throwing a tantrum. I scooted away in an attempt to create some distance between us."Gemma, you've got to calm down. Why are you trying to hurt this woman?" Matthew asked calmly, his voice unwavering to the pressure of the situation."This bitch stole him away from me! And just when I found out he was rich," Gemma growled, her face glowed a beet red while she struggled against Matthew's tight

It was hard to focus on chores when my head was entirely filled with Damien. The way he pressed his lips against mine so delicately, the soft way he sighed after, and the dreamy look in his eyes. When we finally pulled away from each other, he turned away quickly."I should get back to work," he said while clearing his throat. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair while avoiding eye contact with me and did so until I left the apartment.I bit my bottom lip and daydreamed about being in Damien's arms all day. I was so caught up in my own fantasies that I hadn't noticed I was hugging a carton of eggs like my life depended on it, cracking a few in the process. I gasped and looked down at the mess I made.Slimy egg whites ran down my t-shirt and shorts then onto the floor, just barely missing my shoes. I looked around frantically to make sure no one noticed, but a small family had been staring at me for some time. I groaned loudly, not caring if I attracted any more attention. I somehow a

Tension between us hung thick and tangible in the air surrounding us. Damien seemed uncomfortable around me, probably as a reaction to my outburst. It had been a few days, and we exchanged only polite small talk with each other from time to time.Damien had become more independent the longer we were uneasy with each other. It seemed like it was easier for him to suffer through tasks than face the awkward situation we were both in.Nervousness crept in my stomach when I looked at him. His next appointment with his doctor was a big one because he was getting his cast off. He won't have full mobility, of course. But the thought of him no longer needing me felt like a punch in the gut. I was hanging onto every moment of us together, and my worst fear of growing apart was coming true.Summer was in full swing with temperatures climbing everyday. Still, I spent my nights on the balcony, embracing the loneliness I felt. I stood against the railing of the balcony, feeling the cold metal again

Sunlight streamed through the large panes of glass covering the outer wall of the apartment. My eyelids flickered open only to close again as a reaction to the bright beam shining directly upon us. I propped myself up on my elbows, squinting around the room to adjust to my surroundings.Damien lay next to me, one leg hanging off the bed and the other resting comfortably on a crumpled up bedsheet. His arm was tucked under his head and wisps of hair hung messily around his forehead. I turned to face him, immediately feeling pain shoot through my body. Damien looked so peaceful with his long eyelashes draped over his cheeks and his palm resting on his heart. No one would ever guess that this man was named Damien for a reason-- he was the true spawn of the devil.Four times. That's how many times we kept going. I thought my body was going to break. If I hadn't passed out after the fourth, it would have been five. I'm not sure how anyone could maintain that level of stamina, but I was exha