"Ouch!" Damian complained as his felt his tailbone connect with the ground.
The giggled and pushed herself up. The boy followed suit.
"We feared the worst". The boy spoke first, still smiling.
Damian suspected he was the Tyrion who had been with him when they were attacked.
"Yes, when Tyrion told me, I was very worried. Then it was two days and you still hadn't woken up…" she trailed off, and blinked back tears furiously.
Damian was still tongue tied. In his previous life, no hot girl had ever spoken to him, not to talk of hug him and then care about him to the point of emotional.
And this girl was very beautiful, her oval face had a little roundness to it, her eyes were huge but beautiful and they made her face expressive.
Her chest swelled with massive melons that made it hard for him to think.
He didn't even hear what they were saying agaun, All that kept raining in his ear was "She was hugging me! Those boobs were pressed against me!"
It was then that he realized he was standing before them, completely naked, except for his briefs.
His hands immediately went to his crotch area, covering jt.
"I'm naked". He said out loud, mortified.
"So?" Tyrion replied in a deadpan voice.
"So?" Damian replied confused.
"This wouldn't be the first time you'd be dressed like that in front of me" He replied. "And she, she has seen you in even worse". He added with a smirk.
"I have." The girl added, nodding.
"What?" Damian sputtered. His face turned red from embarrassment at the same time as a feeling of elation swept through him.
"You've seen me… naked?" He asked tentatively.
She nodded. "A lot". She added with a smirk.
"Why?" Damian asked.
The girl looked at Tyrion confused. "What is wrong with him?" She asked. "Does he not remember?"
"Actually, I don't". Damian replied.
The two of them felt their mouths drop in shock as the simultaneously exclaimed. "What??"
"I can't remember". Damian replied, his eyes found a shirt handing on one of the chairs and he picked it up and quickly wore it.
The girl pouted in disssapoontment as the shirt slid over his abs, covering him completely.
"What do you mean you can't remember?" Tyrion asked. "You don't remember anything at all?"
Damian shrugged. "I remember my name is Damian, i remember my family, but that's kinda it".
"Wow." The girl breathed. "So you don't remember my name?"
Damian shook his head. "Sorry, I don't".
A flicker of hurt crept along her face but she shook it off. "It's seraphin, my name is seraphin but my friends call me seraph".
Damian smiled. "Okay seraph, nice to meet you".
And my name is Tyrion. The boy said.
"I know yours already". Damian said. "Mum said you were with me when I was attacked". He paused to rest a bit. "I wouldn't have made it without you, thanks".
Tyrion fiddled with his thumb awkwardly. "It was nothing, you'd have done the same for me".
Somehow Damian believed it was true.
"I can't believe you don't remember anything". Tyrion said. "There's so much to catch you up on".
He looked towards the door. "But first, I'll go join your mom in the kitchen… it will give you two a chance to… talk things out".
He cast a knowing glance at Serpah before sliding out of the room and shutting the door behind him.
As soon as the door was shut, Seraph climbed onto the bed, her legs dangled off the bed.
"So you've forgotten everything we did?" She asked.
Damian eyed her suspiciously when he heard her tone.
"I guess". He replied.
"How would you like a refresher?" She asked in that same teasing voice.
"Refresher?" Damian repeated questioningly.
"Yes", she replied, smirking.
"Uhmm, I guess". Damian replied.
"Oh just come here". Seraph snapped in frustration.
Damian didn't need to be told twice, he immediately jumped to his feet and in two quick steps, he was at the edge of the bed.
"I was so scared for you Damian". Seraph mumured in a sultry voice as her finger danced up his arm. "I thought I'd never hear your voice again… see you smile again".
She kneeled upright on the bed and pressed her head against his chest. "Hug you again, and taste you again".
As she said this, she leaned up, pushing her face invitingly towards Damian.
Damian looked at her puppy eyes, her pouted lips and the way her breathing had become shallow, this was an invitation to kiss.
"But I haven't kissed before!" He thought to himself, panicking.
Just put your lips on hers and let her do the rest! His inner voice yelled at him.
Damian complied wordlessly, leaning towards her and lowering his face till it was an inch away from hers.
With a mental deep breath, he brought his face alll the way down to meet hers.
Seraph sighed as their lips connected and she parted hers.
Damian followed her lead and soon they were kissing.
Kissing was not at all what Damian had expected. To be fair, he hadn't known what to expect when kissing but what he was experiencing right now somehow wasn't it.
He has always wondered what kissing would feel like, maybe it would send sparks up to your brain, firing dopamine that overwhelmed you and made you addicted to it.
Or it would be pleasurable, like when he jerked off his rod.
Instead, it felt nothing like that, it felt… strange.
In fact he was tempted to pull his mouth away but the thought that he was kissing a girl as beautiful and sexy as seraph made him decied against that.
After a few moments seraph pulled away, panting slightly.
Then she went in for another kiss.
This time Damian enjoyed it and began to kiss her back.
Soon their tongues were wrestling each other as the passionately kissed.
Then seraph fell back into the bed. As she did so, she dragged Damian along so he fell with her, landing on top of her.
She giggled and then went back to kissing him.
By now Damian had grown comfortable enough with kissing that he could think clearer.