Damian didn’t let go of my hand on the way home, and I felt a slight hope that he would open up to me. I looked at the time, and it was nearing 9 pm. Traffic wouldn’t be bad at this time of night, I thought to myself as I leaned back and closed my eyes.
***
I felt two muscular arms scooping me up, holding me close. The sound of the car’s door closing and a door being unlocked. It felt good to be in his arms. My hands reached to his shirt, holding it tight as I burrowed my face in his chest. His body.. his scent.. This is what I want.. who I want.. Suddenly I felt myself being lowered, and my body hit a bed.
“Good night.. Sweet dream..” I heard a man's deep husky voice, followed by the feel of soft lips grazing mine tenderly.
“Stay..” My hand grabbed his shirt tighter as he was going to straighten. He seemed to hesitate, but then I felt the bed dip with his weight, his body aligning mine, his arms holding me close, his legs tangling with mine.
