CHAPTER TEN

"Sass," a voice called behind me, "Sass! Wait up."

"What!" I snapped, turning around, face-to-face with Damian, "Sorry."

"What's up?" he asked, pulling me to a complete stop. I sighed, running my hand through my hair and shook my head. "Babe, what's wrong?"

"It's just, Conlon," I sighed feeling his arms wrap around my waist, "He talks to my brother and I just, I don't like it."

"You don't talk to him?" Damian asked and I shook my head.

"I don't like him. He's an ass," I muttered. I heard him sigh in what sounded like relief and I looked at him. "What?"

"What?" he asked back, looking at me.

"You seemed like you were, happy?" I accused in a questioning tone. He gave me a look and I matched it with my own. "Damian, if you don't like him, say it, don't act like you don't trust me."

"Sass-."

"No, wait, where do you even come off?" I asked annoyed, "You never even asked me and you're acting like I'm your . . . your, well, property!"

"Sass-."

"Damian, just, I and, ah!" I screamed, resting my palm against my forehead.

"Hey," he cooed softly, "Calm down." I felt him pull me into his arms and I sighed, resting my face on his shoulder. "You're not my property but I'd like to have the honor of being your boyfriend."

"You sure you want a crazy girlfriend?" I muttered, glancing up at him and he smiled.

"I'm the crazy one, for not asking you sooner."

"It's been three, maybe four day," I laughed.

"I should have asked you the first," he murmured, stepping closer, "May I?"

"What?" I asked, laughing still.

"May I be your boyfriend?" he asked, nervousness shone.

"You're so proper," I teased but his eyes kept mine, the seriousness lining his features, "Yeah."

"You will?" he asked, not sure if he'd heard right.

"Yeah, I'll be your girlfriend," I smiled, kissing him on the cheek, "But I'm still not your property."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he smiled back, catching my arm as I walked away. He pulled me closer and planted his lips over mine, tracing the small of my back. I ran my fingers through his hair, liking the feeling and he smirked slightly. We both pulled back, slightly breathless but my eyes were tugged in another direction. They met a cold face and icy eyes to match, staring at us but it was a blank stare. There was no hate or loathing but I thought I felt worry.

"Why's he staring at us?" I asked, tearing mine from the blue orbs that were still one us.

"He's probably jealous," Damian smirked, "I got the beautiful girl before he did. For once, he lost."

"Psh, yeah right, Spot Conlon jealous, that'll be the day," I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"Ya never know," another voice piped up and I turned to see Harmony, looking thoughtfully at Spot.

"Nah, see, people like Conlon don't feel anything but pleasure in the pain they cause people," I stated, my gaze in Emmy's direction. She was sitting contently with David, laughing at something he had said and he was smiling down at her. He planted a cute kiss on her nose and she smiled, turning her face so she could kiss him. I smiled at the sight. Feeling arms wrap around my torso and a simultaneous kiss on the bare skin leading to my shoulder, I jumped, turning my head to see it was only Damian.

"You all right?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows and I relaxed, smiling again. I kissed the wrinkled skin between his eyebrows, making it smooth and leaned against him.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied softly, I felt his breath against my ear and shuddered slightly. His arms wrapped tighter and I silently wondered why I had jumped. Like I wasn't . . . safe. I pushed the feeling aside again; Damian would never do something dangerous to me. I was sure of it. Well, almost.