Chapter 4
We Were One
The next week was quiet, no talking, no arguing, not even any unexpected appearances from one Damon Salvatore. Yet, that week also landed me a job at the school, and I was now going through schedules and books. It had been Jenna's idea to be honest, something to take my mind off of things. Personally, I didn't care right now though. I had a job and that was the important thing. Soon, I'd also have an apartment again if I was lucky. Maybe I'd drag Jeremy along with me, keep an eye on him that way. Not that Jenna would even mind, she'd likely welcome it to be honest. That's what I was thinking anyway as I stood outside.
"Now what's he doing?" I sighed, spying Jeremy over in a corner with some people.
He had something in his hand and I had a feeling that I knew exactly what it was. So, without further thought, I stepped forward.
"Jeremy?" I called, watching as he stiffened for a moment, quickly scrambling to put whatever it was back into his pocket.
"Hey, Kali," he said nervously.
He'd always gotten nervous around me when he had something that he didn't want to tell me. He could hide it from Elena or Jenna all he wanted. Deny it even, but I didn't care, he wouldn't get away with it around me.
"Hand it over," I said firmly, holding my hand out in front of me.
"Hand what over?" he asked, acting like I had no idea what he was talking about.
"Either hand it over freely or I'll search you right here in front of everyone," I told him, meaning every word of it.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said stubbornly.
"Fine, have it your way then Jer."
With that, I reached forward, gripping his jacket in one hand. The other started patting him down as he struggled, checking his pockets.
"H-hey!" he struggled, trying to push me away.
After a few more attempts though, I finally found it, snatching the bottle away.
"What the hell is this?" I asked in disbelief.
Since I'd still never seen it, I'd been hoping that it wasn't real. That wasn't the case though as I looked down at the orange bottle in my hand. It was oxycontin, a rather addicting drug for some.
"What do you think you're doing Jeremy?" I asked, brows furrowing.
"Nothing," he muttered, looking elsewhere.
"Jeremy, look at me," I said firmly.
He obeyed reluctantly, turning to head back to look at me, eyes trained on me. It was strange because he was taller than me now, but I still held authority over him.
"Have you taken any yet today?" I asked.
"No," he sighed.
He was telling the truth, that much I knew.
"Do you have anything else on you?" I asked.
For a second, he hesitated, mouth twitching. He wanted to say no, to lie.
"Yes," he swallowed, looking like a kicked puppy whom had just been scolded after you found your shoe chewn up to something unrecognizable.
Either that or a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar after a strict no.
"Hand 'em over," I said simply.
This time, he actually listened, digging into his back pocket and pulling out a small baggy. He stood there for a moment, looking down at it, before placing it in my hand.
"Happy now?" he mumbled.
I nodded my head, before pulling him forward into a hug. I heard him sigh as I did this, but he hugged back, wrapping his arms around me tightly. He was still that same little boy inside. He was looking for love, attention. He was just looking in the wrong place, looking for it in the drugs and the alcohol, he was looking for an escape.
"It's gonna be alright, okay?" I whispered. "You don't have to go to your classes if you don't want to, alright? Just promise me you'll sit through in mine for a couple periods though, okay?" I asked.
He nodded his head, a faint smile on his face. I figured he'd agree to that one at least, especially, since art had always been his favorite. He could really go somewhere with if he tried.
"Now, come on, Mr. Gilbert, I've got a class to teach," I smile, taking hold of his arm and pulling him toward the front of the school.
He followed me, pushing open the doors and walking with me down to the class room. Apparently, the old art teacher suddenly wanted to retire, leaving me with the opportunity of a job. I wasn't complaining though. This gave me the opportunity to put my skills to use.
"So, you got any homework you need to do?" I asked, pushing open the door to my new classroom.
"Maybe," he shrugged, walking over and taking my seat behind the desk.
I watched as he lifted his feet up on the desk, pulling out his i-pod and plugging in his headphones.
"Feet off the desk," I told him, lightly smacking his ankle with the back of my hand.
He obeyed, pulling his feet down with a sigh. I didn't mind him sitting in my chair since I really had no reason to actually sit in the thing at the moment, so I let him take it. I just didn't like the idea of him reclining in it like that.
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Before too long, students started piling one by one, each giving me a strange look as they went.
"Who's this?"
"Where's Mr. Tinel?"
"She looks kind of young."
"She's hot."
Those were only a few of the questions and comments that I heard as I made my way to the board. I took the time to pick up a piece of chalk, angling it in my hand, before pressing it to the chalkboard. I easily slid it over the surface, chalk dust falling as I went.
"Alright, everyone, my name is Kaliandra Henderson. Starting today, I'm your new teacher," I announced.
T
For the next few hours, I walked around the room. I talked every now and then, checking up on my students as they worked on their projects. We were doing still life's as I had placed them in different spots of the room, I even caught Jeremy with one of the drawing pads that I'd purposely left on my desk, sitting there and drawing a random one from the collection. He was doing work, regardless of the class it had to do with. He was taking his mind off of things.
"Alright, everyone, put your stuff down and take a break for a few minutes," I told everyone, watching as they relaxed and started talking with one another.
While they did that, I walked over to Jeremy who was still looking down at his work, tapping him on the shoulder.
"I'll be right back," I told him once he'd removed an earphone for his ear.
"Alright," he nodded, moving to put it back in.
"You want a soda or something?" I asked.
"Hm? Uh, sure."
"Alright, I'll be right back."
With that, I left the room, walking down the hallway to the library. I needed a few books for the lesson.
T
With a sigh, I walked back toward my classroom, a pile of books in my hands. All in all, they were heavy as hell. Unfortunately, those matters were only made worse when I turned the corner, managing to run into someone. Every single book went to the floor with a clamor, including myself.
"I'm so sorry," I started, stopping once I looked up. "Damon?"
"Kali? I haven't seen you all week," he said, looking me over for a moment. "Didn't peg you for being a student," he chuckled.
I just shook my head at this.
"Seriously though, what are you doing here," he asked curiously, obviously biting back another sharp joke or something.
"I could ask you the same thing, Mr. Salvatore," I said, using his surname as I made to stand up.
Immediately, his hand was out, pulling me up with ease.
"Thanks," I nodded.
"I brought Stefan his lunch," he told me. "He's been rather forgetful the last couple days or so," he explained.
"I see."
"Sorry about the mess," he apologized, though there was something in his voice that didn't seem that sorry.
It was like it had been something that happened and he just brushed it off of his shoulder. Still, he crouched down, gathering them up in his arms haphazardly.
"Damon, you really don't have to…" I tried, but he just shook his head, a smirk on his face.
"Just lead the way, my lady," he said, holding them securely in his arms.
I merely snorted at his comment, feeling like shoving him for it. I'd take care of that later though, for now, I needed to get back to my class before anyone destroyed it.
"If you're sure-"
"Positive," he grinned.
"Down this way," I sighed, walking down the hallway. "And to answer your previous question, I'm the new art teacher."
It was funny, he didn't seem that surprised at my answer, merely nodding his head.
"And how's that going for you so far?" he asked, glancing down at me.
"I'll let you know later."
He chuckled at my answer.
"I'd be more than happy to take you out for a drink later if you need it," he grinned.
"Um, no thank you," I said simply.
"Aw, why not?" he asked, a pout on his face.
"Alright, stop that," I told him. "That look definitely does not look right on your face."
We both laughed a moment later, a smile slipping onto my face. It was strange, the effect that he had on me, it really was.
"And why not?" he asked playfully, grinning at me.
"I don't know, it just looks funny," I told him, trying not to laugh.
"Well, if it gets you to laugh, then maybe I should do it more often."
I just shook my head at the comment, my lips twitching upwards unknowingly.
"Well, this is my classroom," I told him, pointing to the door.
I then pulled it open, walking in and placing a bottle of pop on the desk for Jeremy. His eyes went to Damon a moment later though, staring at him. I also noticed most of the female students making goo-goo eyes at him, ogling him shamelessly.
"Oh brother," I muttered, rolling my eyes. "Just sit them down here Damon," I told him, pointing to my desk.
"Alright," he nodded, easily sliding them onto the desk.
It was strange, the weight didn't seem to put a dent in his efforts. Even Jeremy would have had an issue with all of those books.
"Thanks for the help Damon," I said, bowing my head.
"Anytime," he grinned, making his way over to the door. "Oh, Kali?" he called, gesturing me closer.
I obliged, moving closer to him by the doorway. He moved closer, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
"That offer for a drink still stands if you're interested," he reminded me, before turning on his heel and walking out.
I swear my face must have gone red in that moment.
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A knock was heard at the door, the class turning their heads to the sound. It wasn't often that their class was disturbed, so it made them curious.
"Yes?" came the teachers voice as she opened the door.
A few words were exchanged, the teacher nodding her head, before popping back in.
"Mr. Salvatore, you have a visitor," she relayed. "Take it outside, please?"
"Yes, Mrs. Michaels," Stefan nodded, standing from his seat and walking out of the room, the door closing behind him.
His eyes narrowed once outside though, his least favorite person standing in front of him.
"What do you want Damon, I'm still in the middle of class or have you forgotten?"
"Oh, no, I have forgotten. Quite the opposite actually," he smirked, leaning against one of the lockers. "You seem to have forgotten your lunch," Damon told him, tossing the bag to him.
Whatever was in it slushed around, Stefan's eyes widen.
"Damon," Stefan said warily, warning in his voice as he opened the bag.
He should have known. Inside the bag was a blood bag, a blood bag filled with human blood.
"You really should started eating properly," Damon said, talking to him the way he would a small child. "You're not getting enough nutrition and you're looking a bit pale," he explained, a smirk on his face the entire time, so smug. "Oh and I paid a visit to your new art teacher," he grinned, watching as Stefan's eyes widened.
"Damon, how many times do I have to tell you? Stay away from her," he said roughly, glaring at his elder brother.
"Hm, how about…" Damon paused for a moment, pretending to ponder his answer for a moment. "No."
He then looked down at his ring for a moment, brushing it against his pant leg after a moment as though wiping it free of dirt. Meanwhile, he watched closely Stefan's expression from the corner of his eye, his younger brother seething on the inside. He had so much self control, it was actually funny.
"Am I bothering you dear brother?" Damon asked, tilting his head to the side slightly.
"Do you really have to ask such a question Damon?"
"Not really," Damon replied simply. "It's just fun to see your reaction."
"Leave," Stefan said flatly.
"School or town?" he smirked.
"Both."
"Sorry, no can do. I'm having far too much fun trying to figure out our little friend," Damon told him, referring to Kali.
"I said stay away from her," Stefan grumbled.
"Sorry, can't," Damon replied, before pushing himself off of the locker. "By the way, we're having drinks later. I promise not to keep her out too late though," he promise, a smirk on his face as he walked away from a rattled Stefan. "Bye bye baby brother."
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"Alright class, I'll see you all tomorrow," I said to everyone as the bell ran, watching everyone get up to leave for home.
As each one passed me, they placed their work on my desk, exiting the room quickly. Once everyone had left, I was staring at a pile of papers, not including Jeremy's own.
"Ready to go kid?" I asked, kicking the chair to get his attention.
He jumped, pulling his headphones form his ears.
"Huh?"
"I said, are you ready to go?" I repeated, grabbing my jacket from the chair and shrugging it on.
"Oh, yeah," he nodded, pushing himself out of his seat. "Um, question?"
"Yeah?" I looked up at him, pulling the papers into an orderly pile.
"What are you going to do with, well, you know?" he asked, referring to the piles.
I sighed, pulling the bottle from my pocket.
"These," I started, referring to the ones currently in my hand. "These are going in the toilet," I told him, watching as he groaned. "And these," I pulled the little baggy out of my pocket that was filled with pot. "This is going in the blender with some brownie mix," I said with a straight face.
"Really?" he asked skeptically, a small on his face at my comment.
"Sure, why not, I mean pot brownies sound pretty nice right about now."
We both broke out laughing afterwards.
"Just remember, if I see anymore, I'm taking that too," I told him, stuffing it back into my pocket.
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, pulling his hood up.
"We still need to talk," I pointed out, stuffing the papers into a folder and placing it under my arm.
"Do we have to?" he sighed.
"Yes, we do," I told him, walking over to the door and shutting the lights off.
"But why?"
"Because I want to know what's going on with you?" I said, patting him on the back.
"There's always something wrong with me," he joked, slinging his arm around my shoulder, further proving how much taller he was than me.
"At least join me over at the grill for a while?" I asked.
"Alright," he nodded. "I need to go there anyway, say hi to Vicki," he told me.
"So, you think we could share my bike without you falling off the back of it?" I asked.
"Maybe," he grinned.
I knew that would catch his attention. He liked that kind of thrill from time to time.
"Just promise me you won't make me crash?" I joked, feeling in shove me in response.
T
"Alright, Jeremy, switch your weight to the left," I told him, turning at the corner.
I had to make sure that I wouldn't lose control when I turned, especially, since I didn't have a helmet on right now.
"Alright," he replied, doing as he was told.
I smiled, feeling the wind against my face, my hair blowing behind me. It was as close as I could get to felling as though I was flying, taking away all my problems. It made me feel like I could outrun everything in the world.
"Make a left up here," Jeremy me, one hand gripping my waist, while the other gripped the seat.
"Alright," I nodded, making a left up at the next corner, Jeremy leaning to the right a bit as I leaned to the left to even us out.
Once we got close enough, he leapt off, allowing me to stand up on the petals and glide the rest of the way to the grill.
"Go inside, I'll be there in a sec," I called out, rolling up to the bicycle rack.
Jeremy did as instructed, walking inside while I locked up by bike out of habit. It wasn't always safe where I used to be, so this came as second nature. Not that anyone around here would think of stealing it, but I didn't have the money to be chancing a replacement at the moment.
"There we go," I announced, putting the wrap around lock in place.
After that, I walked inside, making my way over to a booth by one of the pool tables. I then set my work down along with my bag and went up to the bar. I'd gotten some money off of Jenna for food, so that's what I was going to use it for.
"Need another drink?" he smirked, looking me over.
"You know, sometimes I hate small towns because it's hard to forget people," I muttered.
"Yeah, annoying, ain't it?"
I swear, this guy is so freaking annoying.
"You have no idea."
"So, what can I get you sweetheart?" he asked.
"Okay, firstly, don't call me sweetheart," I told him.
I didn't like this guy and I'd be damned if I let him get too comfortable.
"Secondly, two burgers, a plate of chilly cheese fries, wings, and two cokes," I listed, placing the money on the counter before walking off, going back and sitting down in the booth.
When I got over there, I saw Jeremy messing with my bag.
"What are you doing?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in question.
He jumped.
"Oh, uh, sorry," he chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Figures you'd have a pencil or something in here."
"Yeah, I do," I nodded, slowly making my way over and grabbing my bag from him.
I then rummaged through it, pulling out my pencil set and tossing it onto the table for him.
"Thanks," he smiled.
It bothered me though because I felt as if something was off. Looking down, I didn't see anything missing. The bag of pot was still just as full and the cap on the pill bottle didn't seem as though it had been tampered with.
"You didn't take anything, did you?" I asked, eyeing him for a moment.
"No," he said quickly.
I couldn't tell if it was the truth or not though.
"Hm… I hope you're hungry cuz I ordered us some food," I told him, flipping the flap of my bag back over and setting it down.
"Hey, um, look," Jeremy started, getting up from his seat. "I need to go," he said, getting up and walking off.
"H-hey!" I yelled. "Jeremy, get-" I stopped when I saw Damon walk in, bumping right into Jeremy. "Jeremy, get back here!" I yelled.
It did me little good though as he walked out back, Damon seeming no worse for wear.
"You saw me calling after him. Couldn't you have grabbed him or something?" I asked in irritation.
"I didn't realize it was my job to keep tabs on him."
My eyes narrowed at this as I shoved him, making to go after Jeremy. Damon merely grabbed me by the arm though, pulling me back.
"Hey, let go," I hissed, trying to pull away.
"How about you sit down and we talk," it was more of an order than a question though, annoying me.
"What is with you?" I asked. "Earlier you were just fine, now, you're acting weird."
"Oh, sorry, is it that bad?" he asked, sarcasm in his voice. "Listen, just sit, alright?" he sighed, pulling me over to my booth and pushing me down into my seat.
"Alright, what's up then? And it better be good because by you letting Jeremy get away, I've just wasted some much needed money on food for two," I told him, folding my arms over my chest.
He smirked at this.
"Well, the way I see it, there's two of us here now. Why not just eat?" he asked.
As if on cue, one of the servers came over and sat the food down in front of us, my eyes widening slightly.
"I hate you right now, you know that?"
He grinned at my statement.
"Really now? I can't imagine why," he said dryly, reaching forward and grabbing a fry from the plate.
"Hey!"
"Just relax, would you?" he sighed, leaning back in his seat, before taking a sip of coke.
He nose scrunched up as he did so, groaning, before getting up out of his seat and walking up to the bar. He was getting something different no doubt. Although, while he was doing that, I looked back down into my bag. The pot was there and so was the orange prescription bottle.
"That's weird," I voiced, reaching in and pulling out the bottle.
My eyes widened slightly.
"Damnit!" I hissed, wrenching the lid open and pouring the contents onto the table.
I groaned as I buried a hand in my hair, elbow propped up on the table. I'd been duped, tricked, conned.
"Damnit, Jeremy…"
"What's wrong this time?" Damon asked tired, plopping himself down in his seat.
"What's wrong? You really want to know what's wrong, Damon?" I asked in annoyance. "I'll tell you what's wrong. I was tricked, that's what's wrong," I told him, obviously upset.
I couldn't believe that Jeremy had tricked me. Yes, there were still pills in the bottle, but there were pills missing. Originally, the bottle had been full. Now, it was only half full.
"I knew I should have disposed of this crap the moment I took," I growled, racking the pills back into the bottle, before tossing it into my bag. "Look, I'll be right back," I told him. "Eat what you want."
"Whatever you say," he said, bowing his head in slight mockery.
He was trying to be funny, but I wasn't laughing right now. When I caught Jeremy, his butt was mine.
T
Damon smirked as he watched Kali walk off, hips swaying slightly as she went. He found it humorous, the way that she carried herself. She definitely wasn't a lady per say, but that's what caught his attention. She was different, slightly rough around the edges, but still vulnerable to a degree. That was his preferred type. She was different from Katherine, that much he was certain of. Strangely enough though, he found himself irritated as he sat there.
He'd been doing a bit of digging the passed week, digging around her past. He'd already learned the name of her ex, a prick by the name of Jason Hunter. Apparently, he'd left the same year that Kali had, going and trying to track her down. He'd been unsuccessful though, just coming back the previous year. Human males, so diluted in their attempts.
"What now?" he groaned, looking down at his phone.
It was ringing, Stefan's name coming up on the caller ID.
"Yes, brother?" Damon sighed, placing the phone to his ear.
"What are you doing?" Stefan asked.
"What do you mean, what am I doing?"
"I know you followed her," Stefan said quietly as though he had people around him, a smirk forming on Damon's face.
"And if I did?" Damon pressed on, trying to see how far he could push.
"Just watch yourself Damon, we don't need any problems here."
"Then don't do anything to piss me off," Damon said curtly, before hanging up his phone, placing it back in the inside pocket of his leather jacket. "Gets old so fast."
"Jeremy!"
Damon's senses perked up as he sat there, his super hearing making itself useful as he picked up on Kali's voice. His brows furrowed slightly at her tone, scared, desperate. It didn't fit her very well.
"Stop it!" she screamed.
Damon stood, slowly making his way to the back exit, ears listening the whole time for any change.
"Out of the way bi-"
"Jeremy!" she screamed.
Within seconds, Damon was outside, finding himself in the middle of a fight. Kali was on the ground, her arm scuffed up, while Jeremy was rolling around with another guy. Damon had to focus himself before stepping forward, the smell of blood hitting him. He glanced down again, finding Kali pulling herself up, a glare on her face as she ran forward and pulled the guy off of Jeremy. When he went to attack though, Damon was standing there in front of her, grabbing his wrist tightly.
"D-Damon," she choked out in shock, unsure of how to respond.
He said nothing though as he stood there, his grip tightening on the man's wrist, pressure being placed on the carpals.
"L-let go!" the guy choked out, before throwing his other fist at Damon, hitting him in the face.
Everyone went quiet after that as Damon growled.
"You shouldn't have done that," Damon said slowly, face tightening as he felt his fangs trying to come out.
His other hand went to the man's throat, squeezing it.
He was already pissed as it was and already in an iffy mood to begin with. Now, this guy had just pissed him off further.
"Damon," Kali called, quickly moving forward and grabbing his arm.
He nearly flinched as she did this, the veins that were popping out slowly sliding back into place. He couldn't afford having her find anything out at the moment. He didn't want to kill her if he didn't have to, especially, since he couldn't use compulsion on her at the moment.
"Damon, calm down," she said gently, her hand coming up and placing itself on his shoulder. "Damon, what's wrong with your face?" she asked, spotting a bit of the dark coloring.
"Nothing," he hissed, regretting it afterward as she flinched.
He needed to gain her trust, not scare her. Otherwise, she'd be useless to him. After a moment though, he let his grip loosen on the man's throat, shoving him away from him.
T
I'd gotten outside, only to find Jeremy pressed up against a wall, his lip busted and blooding. A guy had him by the front of his shirt, pressing him further into the wall.
"Jeremy!" I cried, quickly moving forward.
I'd be damned if I sat back and let someone hurt him.
"Get off!" I yelled, shoving the man as hard as I could.
It got him to let go of him for a moment, only to have him whirl back on me, grabbing my arm roughly in his hand.
"Ah!" I winced, feeling his grip clamp down hard on the muscles
"And who are you?" he asked cynically, pulling me closer.
"His friend," I spat, glaring at him.
A moment later, he was shoving me roughly to the ground, my arm scrapping the cement painfully.
"Out of the way bi-" he was stopped as Jeremy jumped him, taking him down to the ground with him.
"Jeremy!" I yelled, pushing myself up off of the ground.
I ran forward, jumping between the two and pulling the other guy off. I realized my mistake too late though as he turned, his fist flying toward me. Then, it was as if time stood still. I stood there, eyes wide, Damon in front of me. He was holding the man's wrist in his hand, gripping it tightly.
"D-Damon," I choked out, hand shaking from shock.
He said nothing though as he stood there, his grip tightening on the man's wrist, pressure being placed on the carpals.
"L-let go!" the man cried out, fist curling at his side.
My eyes went wide as I made move to speak, but I was too late, he'd already lashed out and punched Damon in the face. By the look on Damon's face, he'd just sealed his own fate.
"You shouldn't have done that," Damon growled, the sound almost animalist in nature as his other hand grabbed fiercely at the man's throat.
I'm not going to lie, it actually scared me, the sound like no other I'd ever heard. The tone itself was eerie.
"Damon," I called, moving forward and taking hold of his arm.
I felt him tense up when I did this, but I just brushed it off.
"Damon, calm down," I said softly, moving my other hand up to his shoulder, trying to get him to look at me.
His face was darker than usual, his eyes no longer their stunning ice blue.
"Damon, what's wrong with your face?" I asked, unsure of what I was seeing.
"Nothing," he hissed, making me flinch.
I'd never get used to that tone, not from anyone. Although, his facial expression seemed to change afterward as though he regretted it, hand slowly loosening on the man's throat. He took a few breaths, before shoving him away, arms falling at his sides.
"Jeremy, go inside," I said, never taking my eyes off of Damon.
Once I heard the sound of the door closing, I found myself squeezing Damon's hand.
"You're hurt."
It wasn't a question, but a statement, a fact.
"I'll be fine," I told him. "Are you okay?" I asked, carefully reaching up and taking his face in my hands.
Again, he stiffened, but stood there nonetheless.
"He didn't hurt you too bad when he hit you, did he?" I asked, seeming to catch him off guard.
I ran my thumb over his cheek bone, brushing a bit of dirt away from the faint red tinge that was there. The whole time, he stood there watching me, not willing to make a move. He was silent, though I'd peg it more for observant at the moment.
"You scared me," I breathed, feeling myself shake a bit.
"You should sit down," he told me, carefully taking my shoulders in his hands.
I winced as he did this, catching his attention. I could feel his pulling the corner of my shirt down slowly, eyeing the skin. It was still bruised from the previous week, sensitive, painful. He seemed calm though which confused me, his hand and fingertips trailing lightly over the skin.
"Damon," I whispered, closing my eyes.
It was actually soothing to be honest, which scared me a bit. I wasn't used to it.
"Shh…" he hushed, pulling the fabric back over my shoulder, his hand stopping at my neck.
I just stared at him, watching. He did the same, before dropping the hand, placing the other against the small of my back and guiding me back to the grill. We were in a comfortable silence, our bodies close, heat pulsing with every beat of my heart. It almost seemed as if we were one for a few short moments.
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