“Damion … it’s beautiful.” She looks into my eyes and hers seem like the deepest ocean holding the promise of undiscovered treasures and I know that I must be the one to dive into those unexplored depths.
She picks up the white gold necklace and holds it in the air – the dainty chain strung between her fingers – and admires the exquisite heart hanging in the air. The heart has the same skeleton design carved into it as my tattoo and the word ‘forever’ is written on the back. I take it from her fingers and put it around her neck. The pendant falls softly onto her skin just above her cleavage.
Great, now I have to think about that ugly naked man again.
“Melaena Blackburn, would you do THIS GUY the honor of being his girlfriend?” I smile sheepishly at her, waiting anxiously for her answer. I know I’m the cocky ass, but this girl makes my palms sweat.
“Damion, I’m not sure how to say this ….. ” O shit is she going to say no. I can see it on her face. I push my hand through my hair, suddenly feeling sick.
She takes my jaw in her delicate hands and sternly says: “Yes, you stupid buffoon.” For a moment, I’m frozen before it hit me she said YES.
This girl … I swear I aged 10 years in mere seconds.
I jump out and open her door, pulling her into my body. She said yes!
She pulls my head down and crashes her lips to mine. My mind tries to reason that this is not the way to take things slow. Not the part of me I want her to see on this date.
Right. Because this is not about sex.
But then she squeezes my ass at the same time she slips in her tongue, and my dick shuns my brain, going instantly hard as a rock.
I pull her close, desperately sucking her tongue deep into my mouth, trying to get a better taste of that sweet flavor I’m sucking up like a drug-induced high. I lose total control like never before.
I hold my breath, pushing her against the car as my hand moves under her dress and grabs her butt. She moans and her hand reaches down to lightly trace over my throbbing cock pushing against my pants, and for the millionth time in mere seconds, I’m brainless.
A bundle of flashing lights beams through the darkness as I ‘see stars’ for real. Some more lights flash and bring me slowly back to my senses; breaking the kiss reluctantly, finally realize what I’m doing. I nearly fucked her on the bonnet of my car.
“Baby, if you keep doing that I’m not going to be able to stop,” I whisper softly, barely able to breathe. Another series of flashes and I manage to grab hold of a tiny bit of control. Something is going on … it’s not in my mind.
Some more flashes.
I look around and see the media van parked just outside the fence, a man standing on top of the van; camera clicking. How the hell did he find us? How does everybody always know exactly what’s happening in my life? For fuck’s sake, I can’t seem to pee without someone knowing if I’ve missed the damn urinal or not.
But what’s done is done – the fact is, there’s going to be a picture of us in a very intimate position for everybody to see. Including her brothers.
Shit, shit, shit!
No way I’ll be able to explain my hand up her dress and my tongue in her mouth as anything else … there’s going to be no hiding it now and we’re officially fucked. I’m fucked. And dead.
I pull Mel quickly towards the helicopter and help her inside before running around to get in myself. I help her with her headphones and safety harness and then after pushing a few buttons the rotor blades start with a loud noise.
“Are you okay?” I ask Mel through the speaker on the headset and she nods.
“Mel, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t stop myself … I should have been more careful.” I pull the control and we lift from the ground and fly over the city. I smile while watching Mel looking at the lights below us, it’s an incredible sight. I fly over some of the focal points around San Francisco pointing them out to her, one of my favorites being Alcatraz.
The flight takes a little longer because of the tourist route we took, but we land safely at our destination and I wait for the blades to stop turning before I get out and help Mel down.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I suppose it had to come out sometime. I just wish I had more time to make sure how -” she stops mid-sentence as if she said too much.
“How you feel about me?” I finish it for her, my heart hurting.
“No, I know how I feel about you. I wanted to make sure how you feel about me.” Her words shock me and for a moment I don’t know how to react. I just look at her.
“I wouldn’t be too worried about that if I were you.” I kiss her softly and then I lead her to the door that leads from the roof into the building.
“Where are we?”
“Sacramento. We’re going to a place called Coin-up. We can eat and play games all at the same time without having to worry about the press. But I guess that ship has sailed, so let’s just have some fun before I get slaughtered tomorrow when your brothers see those pictures.”
“OMG, I’m going to die a virgin,” she says sounding serious and my heart does a sudden somersault. I hold open the door and for the millionth time today, I watch her face light up with wonder and excitement. It sure makes my imminent death worth it.
Date = 20 November
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)(Grimm house)
POV Melaena
I stare at the strikingly bountiful hunky specimen next to me. He looks so much like an angel when he’s sleeping … innocent and vulnerable … and it touches the deepest parts of my heart for some reason. I better enjoy the sight cause soon we might be blowing out our last breaths … my brothers have seen the pictures already.
And they already exploded on the little boys’ chat group, since Damion ignored their calls. He agreed however to meet them at his parents’ house in an hour.
Just because of some photos on the net. Granted, they’re not flattering. I would even go as far as to say they’re a little undignified.
Damion’s hand is clearly under my dress, while he’s snogging me, and I’m melted against his chest, my hand suspiciously close to his crotch.
The heading:
Damion Grimm, racing his best friend’s sister!
And it explains that #Damena is official … the secret revealed … and so on and so on … ug.
The blasted press is gonna get my boyfriend killed before we even reach our one-day anniversary. Or before I’ve tasted his dick in any way.
But it’s not my brothers that scares me the most. I’m a big girl, with my own needs, and I’m gonna tell them so. They need to get over themselves.
What I’m truly afraid of is that I officially handed my heart to the devil, in front of the whole world to see, hoping that he won’t drop it this time. ‘Cause this time my destruction will be wretched … and I’m not sure I want millions of people to witness my pathetic demolition. Not only will my heart shatter, but so too will my dignity and pride.