Chapter 11

It seemed as though I had only passed out mere minutes ago, but before I knew it I could feel the sun splitting through the zipper of the tent, urging me to arise from my sleep. I stirred lightly, completely unaware of my surroundings. I shimmed my hips backwards lightly and when I heard a groan of approval, reality suddenly hit me.

I was in bed with Damon. And we didn't have sex. We cuddled. Oh God. He had his arm around my waist, clinging to me lazily and I didn't move in fear of waking him up. Or hearing one of those groans again. I contemplated the options in my head. I could either lie here and wait until he wakes up, earning an awkward morning conversation. Or I could make a break for it now hoping he isn't a light sleeper.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, for me I didn't have to make that decision for me. Damon grunted loudly signally that he was awake. I didn't move, or even let out a breath. It was proving difficult and I thought I was going to die of lack of oxygen. His arm was removed from my waist and he started tracing my hip gently as he leant down to press a kiss to my shoulder. I almost yelped in approval.

"Good morning." He mumbled in a deep voice. It almost sounded as though he had been gargling nails. And how did he even know that I was awake? I thought I had done a good job of being subtle.

"Hi." I breathed, rolling round so we were facing each other. "Sleep well?" I don't know why I asked that, or even what it was supposed to imply but Damon let out a small laugh and planted another kiss on my shoulder. Only now we were in a different position, meaning his face lingered too closely every time he did it.

"Wonderful." He smiled, collapsing back onto his side of the bed. "I have to tell you, Lauren. I didn't know cuddles could be so much fun." I laughed and sat up so I could stare down at him. "Maybe you're changing me."

There was a hint of sincerity in his voice and it made my heart jump in appreciation. I tried not to think too much about it so I threw the blanket off me and stretched just before I stood up. I couldn't help but grin knowing Damon was watching every minute of it.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" I questioned, not daring to look at him whilst I picked through my bag looking for my toothbrush.

There was a moment of pause and for a second I didn't think he was going to reply. I thought I had pushed his friendly behaviour too far. "For me, yes." He said honestly, and I didn't expect anything less.

I turned to face him, placing my hands on my hip, balancing my toothbrush between my fingers. "What is so special about you?"

It could have sounded rude but it wasn't supposed to. And I didn't care. I wanted to know why he thought that everything was different for him. Like he was always destined to be this bad guy who fucks endless amounts of women. I don't know if it comes down to childhood, or if it's a confidence problem. It's not the confidence, he's got more ego than Simon Cowell.

"That's just it," he started. "I'm not special. I don't change because I am the way I'm supposed to be."

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? "You think we are all designed to be a certain way?" I asked and he nodded. I had about fifty arguments to respond to that with but I decided not to. I didn't want to fight with him, especially when he was being so nice. For a change.

"Either way," I sighed. "I'm not changing you. It's all your doing."

He stared at me blankly and he looked lost for words. I thought my questioning had pissed him off. I could feel the tension building and it was like a clock was ticking furiously in my head. I was going to fill the silence when he decided to speak up. "Let's get out of here."

"Wha-what?" I stuttered.

"This camping trip is a load of shit." He moaned, standing up allowing me to notice the hardened bulge underneath his boxers. I had to tear my eyes away from it, not wanting to be noticed. "Why don't we just skip it before everyone wakes up?"

"And what would be our excuse for our sudden departure?" I couldn't believe he was actually suggesting this, and it just came out of bloody nowhere.

He narrowed his eyes, aware that I was going to fight him about this. "Do we fucking need one?" I shook my head in response. He can be very intimidating and sexy when he swears. It's like he is ordering dominance. "I'll tell Edward if it puts your mind at rest."

"Okay." I said breathlessly as he started throwing clothes on, signally me to do the same. "Can I ask what brought this on?"

He looked at me for a moment before replying, obviously trying to figure out if he should be honest or not. "Because I cannot stay in this tent another second with you and not pin you to the floor."

Oh. That was blunt. I swallowed loudly, nodding as I continued to dress. What the hell was I supposed to respond to that? Especially considering I have been thinking about doing the same thing to him over the past 24 hours.

"Where are we going to go?" I asked, swallowing my crude thoughts.

"Home." He stated. That could mean a thousand things but I didn't question him. I tugged my shirt over my head, looking round and signalling Damon to turn away. Which he did with a smirk on his face. I changed quickly and coughed signally that I was ready.

He unzipped the tent and took my hand to lead me out. "Are we going to just highjack a car?" I asked. "Won't they need it?" He laughed as we made our way to where it was parked. He opened the trunk and placed our belongings in before opening the front door and nodding for me to enter.

"Can you maybe drop me by my dorm room?" I asked. "We can meet later, if you want."

I nervously looked out the window, unsure of what we were. Last night changed things, even if he didn't want to admit it. But he could no longer deny his feelings. All I had to do was make him face up to them now.

"Sure." He smiled and we set off on the journey back home.

I don't know why I was so eager to get home and speak to Jenny, but I found myself running up the stairs after leaving a quick peck to Damon's cheek. After the talk with Nate, I wanted to confront her, and ask her why this all was really bothering her. Why couldn't she forgive me? It's not like Damon and her are that close.

And if anyone is going to end up hurt, it will be me.

I pushed the door open and dropped my bags. "You home?" I called out. I heard her murmur from the bathroom but I didn't understand a word of what she said. I sat on the edge of my bed and lay back.

"What are you doing here?" She questioned, wearing only a towel. She really had no shame. She looked just as furious as she was when I left with her hand set firmly on her hip, and the scowl on her face tightening.

"I came home early." I told her. "I got bored."

She rolled her eyes and walked back to the bath room. I followed her, desperate to sort out what bothering us. I closed the door behind me and she turned round, grunting in frustration.

"Can we talk?" I asked.

"That depends." She said. "Are you going to tell me you've changed your mind about the little game you're playing?"

"Sort've." I replied, earning her to raise her eyebrows. I sighed and rest against the edge of the bath. She shuffled awkwardly to the sink, ignoring my presence. "You were right about this being stupid. But I thought, as my friend, you'd respect my choice."

She laughed out loud and I could feel her gaze on me through the mirror. "Damon is my step brother. Sorry that I can't respect you fucking with my family." She slammed her toothbrush down on the sink and I jumped in surprise. "You shouldn't be messing with people's feelings like that."

"Why do you care so much?" I half shouted.

"I guess it hits close to home." She yelled. Oh, well that changes things. "It doesn't matter. Lauren, all I've done is try to help you with your feelings for Damon. But you keep throwing it back in my face. I can't help you if you won't help yourself."

"I'm sorry." I said, honestly. She was right. And she deserved a much better friend than me. I didn't think about how difficult this would be for her. "Truly. I agree with you. I'm an idiot." I groaned rubbing my forehead.

"That is something we can see eye to eye on." She half smiled. It wasn't anything spectacular, but it was getting somewhere. Considering all we have communicated with was grunts and groans. "Have you stopped then? The games."

"I want to. They all sort've went to shit when me and Damon shared a tent."

She raised an eyebrow and gave me a suggestive wink. I knew exactly what she was getting at. Was I really that easy to read? Me and Damon in a tent together, automatically equals sex.

"It's not what you think." I assured her. "We just...cuddled."

She dropped her toothbrush with so much force I almost fell backwards into the bathtub. "You what?" She exclaimed, completely shell-shocked by the information i just gave her. You'd think I told her I bumped into George Clooney in Starbucks. "You only cuddled? Damon...cuddled you?"

I nodded and she burst out into a fit of giggles. I'm glad she finds my sexual frustration amusing because I sure as hell don't. Cuddling with Damon is like cuddling with a giant penis. Wait...never mind.

"Damon doesn't cuddle. Ever." She smiled and turned back to the mirror. "You did it. You fucking did it."

"Did what?" I asked, confused. Sometimes I think she forgets to speak in full sentences, and only fills out the parts she's missed in her head. I might make sense for her, but it leaves me with a huge headache.

She titled her head as if I was missing out on the obvious. "Your plan worked. Him cuddling you is him admitting his feelings. It won't be long until he lets you kiss his cheek and hold his hand."

My eyed widened at her statement. "Um..."

"He has already, hasn't he?" She asked, grinning and I nodded. "Tell me, do you have plans for the evening?"

"Damon is taking me out." I said, scared of what her response would be. She seems to know her brother a lot more than I thought. It's like she controls his mind. Fucking creepy if you ask me. "Should I be expecting something?"

"No. Never expect something from Damon." She told me. "Expect the unexpected. I hate to admit it, but maybe you were right. Maybe your twisted plan worked after all."

"Maybe." I mumbled. "Does this mean we are friends again?"

She dropped her toothbrush for about the hundredth time. I made a note to myself to tell her to stop being so clumsy with her toiletries. She walked over to me and surprised me as she threw his hands round me and pulled me into a hug.

"We were always friends." She whispered into my neck and I smiled embracing the friendly, lesbian like behaviour.

It was running round the dorm room, looking for a pair of shoes when I heard my phone ring. Fuck balls, I thought. I was going to be late for my first evening date with Damon and the last thing I wanted to do was keep him waiting.

"Damon's on the phone." Jenny yelled from the bedroom.

I grabbed the black stilettos from beside the sink and shimmied into them. "Tell him I'll be down in a minute." I brushed my hair and gave myself one glance in the mirror. I didn't have a problem with coming across too forward, so I settled for a little black dress, that didn't leave much to the imagination. Oh hey, you only live once.

I exited the bathroom, gave Jenny a quick kiss on her forehead, grabbed my back and practically ran down three flights of stairs. It probably wasn't safe, but at least this way I could skip the gym tomorrow.

By the time I reached the front of the building I felt like my insides were going to come out by mouth. I composed myself when I seen Damon leaning against the wall, his upper half clad in leather. He looked like a 70's rock star. All he needed was the shades and a cigarette. I put the dirty thoughts to the back of my head and walked towards him.

"Hey, sexy. The 70's called, they want their jacket back." I smirked.

He turned round, looking completely confused. He looked like someone had damaged his ego. Clearly he was fond of this jacket, and so was I. He smiled when he seen it was me and stood up after lounging against the wall. "I thought you liked this jacket."

"I prefer when it's on the floor if I'm honest." Oh God, did I really just say that?

He smirked and it was only when he stood in front of me did I really how much he towered over me. And I'm wearing my fucking heels. His gaze was like fire and I could feel the sweat prickling the back of my neck. "I could say the same about your outfit, but I'm not sure that belt your wearing counts as an outfit."

I playfully shoved him and he held out his hand, to which I took in mine. It was weird that this all felt like second hand nature, and it was even weirder that it was Damon of all people who was doing it all.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt Damon's mouth hovering above my ear. "No, honestly. You look gorgeous." I felt my insides tingle and I squeezed his hand in appreciation, not knowing what to say.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"I'd love to say I have this big elaborate evening planned, but I don't." He told me. "I'm not good with this kind of thing."

I stroked my thumb over his hand, not wanting to get into the conversation of why Damon sucks at relationships. Not when everything has been going so well. "I don't want some big thing Damon. It's too cliché for my liking."

He smiled down, humouring me. Who am I to kid? Every girl wants some special date in New York City. "My friend knows this bar in Brooklyn. I just thought we'd hang out and talk. If that's alright."

"Your company is enough." I realised how cheesy it sounded the moment it left my mouth. "Lead the way."

We jumped into a cab and made our way to the bar. I couldn't help but grin every time Damon places his hand on my thigh. It wasn't seductive or tempting, it was sweet and it made my heart swell more each time.

The cab pulled up in what felt like moments and my hand was in Damon's as soon as we stepped out. We walked into the smoky bar and sat by a booth in the corner. A hairy faced guy was singing country music and a group of older people were singing along. There were a group of girls, out on a bachelorette night, drinking shots; one of them was lying on the floor as her friend tried to pick her up.

I didn't even notice that Damon had stepped away to go to the bar, but he returned quickly caring his beer in one hand and my Southern Comfort in the other. He knows me too well, I thought.

"This is a nice place." I told him, sipping on my drink. "How do you know about it?"

He slid in beside me; our thighs were so close I was practically sitting on top of him. He rested his arm behind me as we communicated over the live music. "I come here when I'm not stalking you."

I laughed, and relaxed into him. "Did you call anyone from the camp about the car?" I asked. It had been plaguing my thoughts all day. I felt terrible for abandoning everyone, especially Edward. Despite his strange habits of kissing me out of nowhere.

"Edward rang me earlier and gave me a mouthful." He said after taking a gulp from his beer, before setting it back down. "He was more concerned about you."

"Me?" I asked, swallowing quickly with nerves. The last thing I needed was Edward coming between me and Damon. I didn't know if I could trust his instincts, especially when he is hovering behind trees. "Why?"

"He said I shouldn't kidnap you. That I was being an asshole to you." I could see the fury in his eyes and I could tell there was more to the conversation than he was letting on. "He still likes you."

Oh God. "No, he doesn't." I laughed. "We're friends."

Damon narrowed his eyes, looking down at me. "Like us?" I turned away, embarrassed. I hadn't thought about that. "Maybe you feel that way, but he never has."

I sighed, frustrated. "It doesn't matter if he does. I don't like him." I admitted. "I never have. He knows that." I didn't want to ruin our night by talking about Edward. I wanted to talk about how sexy he looked, and how nice it was to cuddle him.

"Hmm." Damon said, taking another sip.

"But like you said, we're just friends. So it shouldn't matter." I rolled my eyed before inhaling my drink. I drink fast when I'm angry, okay?

Damon let out a sigh of frustration before turning to look at me. "That's the point, Lauren. We're not just friends." He took my hands in his. "I thought you would have gathered that by how I've been treating you."

"I noticed." I stammered because I didn't have the strength to get anything out. You try speaking coherently when Damon admits he is more than just your friend. It takes a lot of determination not to straddle him.

He plucked the hair that had been covering my eyes and brushed it behind my ear. His gaze was like fire and ice on my skin all at once. I had the feeling of being over heated and stuck in a freezer at the same time. "I don't want to lose you to Edward. He doesn't deserve you." He whispered.

"And you do?"

"No." He said before capturing my lips softly with his. He was a sweet touch, not forceful or overwhelming at all. He pulled away before I could respond, the only thing I could do was let out a deep breath. "But I'm selfish like that."

I smiled at his honesty. "You're very lucky it's endearing." I told him. "Otherwise I'd think you were an arrogant asshole."

"You've told me I was before." He laughed. "Those exact words, I believe." My mind flickered to the memory. I had called him far worse than an asshole, but he was right. I didn't find his attitude endearing not so long ago.

"Things change." I said. "You've changed."

He was staring at me and he closed his eyes, obviously consumed in his thoughts. "I'll fuck this up." He told me. "I'll do something bad. I'll cheat on you, or change my mind and I'll hurt you."

"I don't believe you'd do any of that." At least, I hoped not.

"Not intentionally, but it could happen." He said. I frowned at his lack of belief in himself. No wonder it has taken us so long to get to this point. I've never met a guy who is so insecure about relationships.

I stroked his cheek and gave him a quick kiss. My heart fluttered when he smiled and let out a breath. "If we all worried about what could happen we'd never leave the house." It was true. "I mean, we could get hit by a cap on the way home."

He chuckled and swung his head back in laughter. Oh God, that laugh is like music to my ears. I could pocket it and make thousands. "That's a lovely thought." He said. "But true, I suppose."

"Can you please stop focusing on the bad and try focusing on how fucking epic we could be together?" I asked. "We both already know how fun the sex is."

He smirked and tilted his head. "It's a lot more then fun." He said stroking my thigh, as his hand edged up and under my dress. Dangerous territory, I thought. He grazed the waistline of my panties when I stopped his movements. He pulled back with a giggle.

"You get my point." I said.

"I do." He smiled. "You can be very persuasive, you know." He kissed just below my ear and I closed my eyes in appreciation. It felt more than good. It felt right. "You are going to have to be easy with me. It's my first time in a while."

I laughed and stroked his thigh, teasing him as he did me. "I'll be gentle."

He nibbled my ear and the suddenly came to a halt. I widened my eyes in disappointment. He shouldn't be able to stop without my permission. I pulled at his hand to get him back to where he was before. "I'm just getting us refills; I'll be back in a minute."

I nodded and watched as he walked towards the bar. I relaxed back into my seat when my phone buzzed into my pocket. This better not be Jenny, I thought. I pulled it out and my eyes widened in shock when Edward's name flashed across the screen.

This cannot be good. In fact, this is the opposite of good. Didn't Damon just tell me of how Edward was yelling at him down the phone earlier? What could Edward possibly want to talk to me about? I was following the rules; this was a night time date. No shame in making it more than friendly.

I walked towards the exit, phone clutched in my hand as it buzzed loudly. I paused before answering it, nerves rushing over me.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Lauren!" He yelled. "You answered! I didn't think you would." He was drunk, or at least on his way to being drunk. I could hear the music playing over him in the background. They must have still been camping.

"Why wouldn't I?" I asked, trying not to be obvious that I knew why he was calling me.

It was suddenly a lot quieter than it was moments ago, signally that Edward had made his way into the privacy of his own tent. "I thought you'd be out with Damon, seeing as you two ran off together today.

"I am." I told him, honestly. There is no point lying to a drunk before. They'll only ask more questions. "Look, I'm sorry about-"

"It's okay, Damon told me he pressured you into it. Doesn't surprise me. He always finds a way of getting what he wants." He said in a bitter tone. If you didn't know him, it certainly didn't sound like he was talking about his friend. "And what he wants now is you so...he got you."

"He didn't get me." I defended myself. It's not like now we are sort've dating he owns me. Clearly the concept of feminism hasn't crossed Edward's mind.

There was a pause before he chirped up again. "So you aren't with him now?" He asked.

"I am, but-" He laughed and I wanted to punch him through the phone. He was being so ignorant that I wanted to run back to the camp just to strangle him. "I don't know why you care. You know my plan was to end up with him. I got what I want, didn't I?"

"I thought you wanted to be the one in control." He said. "But Damon chose this, not you. That is why you should have followed the steps." I wasn't completely sure but I think I heard him mutter idiot under his breath.

I muttered indecent words under my breath, tempted to throw my phone into the middle of the street. "What are you calling me for, Edward?" I asked. "Unless it's to make me feel like shit."

"I wanted to talk." Well, that's very fucking vague, isn't it?

I sighed. This is why I don't deal with drunken people. They are cryptic and never get to the point. "About what?" I asked.

"About our kiss." He said and I felt my head spin. Of course that was what he wanted to talk about. He wanted to know how I felt about it, or at least explain why he did it. I was hoping for the second one.

"I don't think it counts as a kiss if only one person participates." I told him, regretting it instantly after hearing how harsh it sounded. "What about it?"

For a moment I thought he wasn't going to say anything because the silence was becoming deafening. "I suppose you want to know why I did it." He asked. I nodded, but then realized he can't hear me so I mumbled 'yes'.

"I like you, Lauren." He told me. Oh no. "I had hoped that if I kissed you, you would realise why I'm doing it all."

"Doing what all?" I asked confused.

"Never mind." He half shouted, causing me to jump a little. "I never stopped liking you. You never even realised and it's really fucking shit. Like, really shit. You are too busy being in love with Damon."

"I'm not in lo-"

"And the worst part is that he feels the same." He said. "Damon is supposed to be the heartless one yet he has fallen for you. That was never the fucking plan. It was never supposed to happen like this."

"Plan? What are you talking about, Edward? Slow down." I begged him. There is nothing worse than having to deal with a drunken person over the phone.

"Stop asking questions and just listen for God's sake." Edward yelled. "Why can't you ever listen? You don't listen to me, you don't listen to Jenny and it wouldn't surprise me if you ignore your own fucking thoughts."

Ouch. Nothing like getting called out on one of your biggest insecurities.

"I'm listening." I said quietly.

There was a silence again and I could have sworn I heard Edward let out a sob. My heart tightened and I felt my eyes water. "Did you ever even like me, Lauren? Like, did you like me at all? Or was it always him?"

No, it was always him. I'm sorry. "Yes, I did. I liked you."

"Then why do you want him? What changed your mind?" He asked me, his voice evidently breaking. I wanted nothing more than to hug him. This is why I hate fucking telephone calls. You can't call this real communication.

"I just...I liked him to. Nothing changed. He just-"

"You just like him more."

"Can you stop interrupting me please?" I asked, frustrated. How did he ever want me to explain if he never let me finish my sentences? "My feelings for him are different to how I feel about you. The pull is...stronger. I'm sorry that it didn't work out between us but you can't hate me for it. That's not fair."

And then I was sure he was crying. I sat in silence as I listened to him sob. And sob. And sob. I bit on my tongue to stop the tears and widened my eyes to prevent them building. "Damon and I are coming to terms with our relationship. We want to try and see if it will work. And it'd mean the world to me if we had your blessing."

"I don't know what to say." He said in a deep voice. "I mean-"

"It's okay. Just. Just go to sleep and we'll talk tomorrow when you are back home, okay?" I asked. "This isn't the type of conversation we should be having over the phone when you're intoxicated."

"I'm not drunk." He argued.

"Goodnight, Edward." I said and hung up the phone.

I walked back into the bar and basically collided into the Damon when I reached the door. "Where have you been?" He asked. "I've been looking everywhere." I took a mental note to find that cute later, right now my mind was too fucked up with Edward.

"Sorry, I was on the phone." I told him. "Do you want to get out of here?" Damon smirked at my suggestive tone and grabbed my hand pulling my through the door towards a cab that was ironically waiting for us.

We fell through the door, pulling at each other's clothes, stumbling as though we were drunk after one drink. I kicked my shoes off at the door, dropping my bag beside them, much like I did the first night we spent together. I pushed Damon's leather jacket of his shoulders and let out a giggle.

"What?" He asked into my neck as he smothered me with kisses.

"I was right." I told him, clinging onto his shirt, desperate to get some skin on skin action. I could feel the heat radiating off him, or maybe it was coming off me. "Your jacket does look much better on the floor."

He laughed and gripped my thighs so I could wrap my legs around his waist as he carried me to his bedroom. My dress was now round my hips and my panties were falling slowly down my thighs. We slammed into his door and he groaned. I'm not sure whether it was in pain or pleasure. Maybe it was both.

I shimmied off his hips, feeling his arousal as I did so. I pulled my dress off me quickly and watched as Damon fumbled with his belt in a hurry. I laughed and walked towards his bed, lying down on it and I watched him in amusement.

"Hurry up before I get bored." I teased.

He pushed his trousers and boxers off his hips in one go. My mouth fell open in surprise. I didn't expect him to be that forward, especially as I was still covered by my underwear. "Don't stare, Lauren. It's rude."

"Shut up." I groaned as he climbed on top of me, his length tickling my thigh. I reached down and grabbed him, stroking him quickly. I smiled as he mumbled incoherent words into my mouth. He reached one hand round my back and unclipped my bra throwing it onto the floor. His mouth latched onto my nipple and I moaned out in appreciation.

I let go off him and pulled my panties off so we were both bare in front of each other. He kissed down my stomach, licking and sucking at my sensitive points. He travelled lower, manovering himself between my legs, nibbling my thigh. I pulled at his hair, desperate for him to stop teasing.

I nearly doubled over in pleasure when he licked between my folds and closed his mouth over my clit. I pulled at his hair and he laughed into me, causing my jolts to pulse through my body.

"More." I stammered.

Not wanting to prolong anything I screamed out when he thrust two fingers into me, pumping them at a vigorous speed. He licked, sucked and pushed harder each time and I wrapped my legs around his neck, pulling him closer. I felt my insides bubble and the sweat was dripping down my forehead.

I thought I was going to explode and he brushed his thumb over my bud when I climaxed into oblivion. I panted heavily trying to catch my breath. Damon's lips were on mine instantly and I could taste everything.

"I need you now." Damon groaned. "It's been too long."

I nodded and watched as he guided himself towards my entrance. He slid into me with such speed that I swore words that my mother wouldn't approve. I gripped onto his backside and held onto him as he thrust faster that I knew possible. My legs were round his waist and I was rolling my hips up to meet him.

He sat up, resting one hand on the bed, giving him a better angle as the other rubbed at my breast, thumbing my nipples before covering them with his mouth again. I sighed his name and that only spurred him on. He pushed himself up on both hands, pushing his hips into mine, slamming our skin together with deep friction.

"I...oh God...I-"

He captured my mouth with his, our tongues fighting in a battle of dominance which he was clearly winning. I wanted to tell him how close I was but he clearly already knew. He balanced on one hand, allowing the other to drift south so he could rub my clit in circles. I couldn't hold it back anymore. I screamed out as I climaxed, not even realising that he followed straight after me.

He collapsed on top off me, careful not to smother me with his weight. He pushed my shoulder gently, mumbling how wonderful I am as he stroked up my side which was wet with perspiration. His phone buzzed in the pocket on the floor, causing us both to snap our heads towards it. He looked at me and groaned, dropping his head in my chest.

"Answer it." I told him.

He rolled off me, bending over to search his jeans for his phone. I nodded to me and walked towards the bathroom, answering it with a hello. I lay back, closing my eyes, not wanting to drift off. Knowing Damon, I'm pretty sure he had another round or two in him. And I wasn't going to turn that down. Like he said, it has been too long.

I must have slept for mere minutes, not realising just how tired I was when the bathroom door swung open. Damon was standing at it, completely naked, holding his phone in one and his other hand was balled into a fist. His expression was nothing other than anger and my stomach tightened as I wondered who he was on the phone to.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, pulling my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms round them as a security blanket.

Damon gritted his teeth and slammed the bathroom door as he walked closer to the bed. "How long?" He asked. I tilted my head in confusion. What is it when men in New York and them thinking I can read their minds?

"What?"

He swore and then threw his phone at the wall opposite with such force it came slamming down to the floor in bits. "Don't fucking play with me, Lauren." He said as he eyes burned with fury. "How long have you been teaming up with Edward to mess with my fucking feelings?"

And suddenly, it felt like the world stopped turning and everything I knew came crashing down.

I'm taking so long with updates, I'm sorry. Like 3 more chapters to go. Unless things change, which it regularly does. Sexy times, followed by not so fun times. I own no one but Lauren cause if I did Damon would be in my bed.