Just Breathe

Savannah

“Drink this, swish, rinse, and spit.”

Even in this embarrassing situation, my filthy mind came up with a dirty joke.

~Sorry, but I don’t spit, I swallow.~

I really must be messed up.

The opening of the water bottle is pressed to my lips, and his nimble, smooth fingers cross over my jawline, the tips drawn into my sweaty, sticky hair, lifting my chin up and head back so I can do as he says.

My heart is still hammering away, and my head is still pounding like a drum. I do as he says.

My lips open, and he pours the water in my mouth slowly, letting me drink and pulling back before he starts in again.

I sip, swish, rinse, and spit.

Then lean my head back on the bathroom stall.

My eyes closed, and the feeling of a throbbing vibration blares inside my fucked-up brain.

I block out my surroundings. After a few minutes, I feel a wet rag put over my head and the water go back to my lips.

“Drink. More.” His voice isn’t as soothing, but it’s not his demanding self either.

It’s not exactly a middle ground, but it’s more on the softer side than I’ve ever heard it.

I give in again and drink for him.

When he pulls away, I can feel the cool water hit my stomach.

“Why push yourself like this? Making yourself sick?”

And now that harsh tone is back, front and center.

“Bag, red bottle, white pill, three.”

I keep my eyes closed and point out of the stall.

I hear him “hmph” me. I’m brought what I asked for and hold my tongue out for him to place them down.

He does, then brings the water back to my lips.

I can hear him uncrinkle something and press it to my lips.

~Gum.~

He gave me a stick of gum.

A couple more minutes go by, and the locker room is filled with my classmates.

My hands rushed to my ears, and I whimpered at the sound.

I felt Damon’s hands go around me, and him lift us up like I weighed nothing at all.

My head hurt so bad, I curled into his chest on pure instinct.

I heard the shocked gasps and girls moving out of the way; maybe not just because a boy was in the girls’ locker room but also because it was Damon, and he was holding me like a baby.

His arms swaddled around me, my face tucked into his black T-shirt, hiding from the world but also breathing in his scent.

And oh my stars and garters, was it a good scent. Even though my head was killing me, like it was literally being split open, this felt nice.

He was cool to the touch, and his shirt was ridiculously soft.

His body was firm but not in a rock-hard way. Everything I was getting was perfect.

Which is not good.

I cannot deal with Damon right now.

Or at all.

No matter what, I have too much going on.

I need to focus on my life and myself.

A guy like Damon would probably be one of those life-altering mistakes, and I couldn’t afford to make one of those, not when my life was already so fucked up.

I didn’t know where he was taking me, if I was even in the building anymore, but I did know he was still holding me.

And my migraine was lifting slightly.

I felt him reposition me and the feeling of his hands in my hair, pulling my ponytail out and this light scratch thing to my scalp that felt like a mini orgasm in its own way.

I made a sound that I want to believe did not come out as a moan, but from the snicker under his breath, I believe it did.

He kept up this scratching massage thing he was doing for a while before he started talking.

“You need to listen to me, can you do that now?” His voice wasn’t as harsh as it could be, but I already missed the softness he used in the bathroom.

I made a “mmmh” sound and wiggled around in his lap.

“You owe me from stealing, lying about your name, catching that cheap shot in the other night, giving you Lance, keeping my mouth shut and this.”

He went back to my scalp massage, and I made another sound that I can’t even deny, it was a straight-up moan.

“What do you want? I can’t be your ~toy~. I’m obviously broken, damaged goods in here.”

I pointed to my head and slowly started to open my eyes.

The room was dark, all the windows covered, and the only source of light came from under the door, which Damon was blocking with his body.

I was in his lap, laying across it while he held me to his chest, his legs kicked out on a couch.

“Where are we?”

It still smelled like school, but I’ve never been here before.

“I need something picked up and dropped off in town. You owe me six, this will count as one.”

He ignores my question but keeps up the thing in my hair.

“I take it I’m not supposed to ask what it is exactly that I’m picking up slash dropping off?”

“Smart girl.” The first compliment he’s given me.

“Five, this takes away one.” I counter.

“Five?” The amusement in his tone makes this feel less like I have no choice.

“Yes, five, the cheap shot doesn’t count. You had that coming either way, and you stole a kiss.”

I look up at him through my lashes. I’m sure I look like a sweaty, sticky mess; my makeup is probably dragged under my eyes.

He smirks, rolling his eyes, giving me this one. I know that even on my best day, I wouldn’t be able to talk my way out of the others.

I can feel some of my pride come back with my victory over Damon.

“Give me the address, Percy, and I—”

“No. Just you,” he snaps, cutting me off.

“Why? Percy and I do everything together.”

“I’ve noticed.” His voice drops to a bored and annoyed tone.

“What did I say about watching me, Angel? Stop being creepy,” I tease him to lighten the mood back up.

He actually snorts.

We look at each other, and for a second, it’s like freeze-framed.

And that’s when I realize what just happened.

Damon Henley’s snort made me giggle.

I push away from him and stand up. My head still hurts, but I need to get away from him.

~I can’t believe I just did that.~

~How could I do this?~

~How fucked-up can I get?~

“Text me the address. I’ll go right after school. Thanks for this, bye.”

I grab the doorknob and twist it, but before I can even get it out and open, Damon has me spinning and up against the door, his lips on mine and his hands lifting me up.

Each of his hands squeeze and bind to my ass cheeks, using them as his handles to have me around his waist and locked at his sides.

My arms tangle around his neck and thread in his black hair.

My mind is blank—the only thing I can feel now is his kiss on my lips, his hands on my ass, and the feeling of how unnaturally soft his inky black hair is.

This time it’s him biting my lip.

Like he was looking for payback, his teeth break the skin.

The sting is dangerous.

My panties catch on fire and turn to ash the second his teeth fall back, and he sucks my bottom lip in like he is nursing it.

~Oh my sweet fuck—he is tasting me!~

Like I did that night, after I bit him, I tasted his blood mixed with the gum he had recently been chewing.

My body works on its own accord and grinds down along his hard-on.

The groan he blesses me with goes right to my ovaries.

~This is NOT good.~

~Not good at all.~