30. Bella's POV
Damon's hands are everywhere.
They're brushing down my body, caressing the back of my neck, stroking my collarbone. They're just—everywhere. Except where I need them.
He's being so mean. Hands that hover over my breast and hands that trail up my thigh but never reach high enough. And I don't know why, but I want them. I want them to be a little more adventurous. I want them to touch me. Really touch me. Touch me in ways that Edward never had the courage to do.
Damon does.
I know he has the courage to do much more than touch.
"Bella." Damon's breath is husky and low.
"Damon." So is mine.
His head, which had been in my neck, is now slowly moving across my cheek. Moving until his forehead is touching mine, and his lips are just millimeters away from me. Damon's eyes are dark dark blue. A sinful blue. A lustful blue.
"Bella, I want to—"
"Damon, where the fuck are you?!" A voice yells from somewhere in the house, "We have a big problem."
It's Stefan, I realize, Saint Stefan.
"I'm going to kill him," Damon hisses. His eyes are still dark, but they're not filled with lust anymore. They're annoyed. And angry. Really, really angry.
"Seriously, Damon." Stefan yells again, "Elena's uncle is back in town and he knows the truth about us. I think he's going to try something big."
"Damon, that sounds important," I barely whisper. I'm guessing that Stefan's a vampire too. Considering they're brothers and he just referred to Damon and him as "us."
"You're important," Damon mumbles, "But I guess you're right. Saint Stefan the clock blocker has something fun to share with the class."
"Damon!"
"God damn it, Stefan, I'm coming!" Damon yells. I don't know why. I'm sure they can hear each other using regular voices. "I just got up."
There's a pause.
"Asshole!" Damon shouts. I can't help but chuckle silently to myself.
"What did he say?" I whisper again. I really don't want Stefan to know that I'm here.
"He said that I'm lazy—which by the way, I'm not." Then he gets closer to me, so our noses are touching. "And tell me, Bella. Why are we whispering?"
I roll my eyes.
"Because your brother, who hates me, is downstairs, and I don't want him to know I'm here."
"Oh, that's all." Damon's eyes sparkle with a plan. I know that look. It can only mean he's about to do something to piss me off.
"Damon, don't you—"
"Stefan!" Damon shouts out, "You should know that Bella is here!"
There's silence in reply. Well, except for the sound of my hand hitting Damon's solid chest. He didn't seem to mind. He just rolls his eyes, that spark of mischief still there.
"Oh, yeah!" He calls again. "She knows about us being vampires."
Thanks, Damon. Just thanks.
