Escaping Him

Chapter 8

The moans become uncontrollable as his name repeatedly escapes my lips while quivering in his arms. I could feel the tip of his d**k entering me slowly. I want more. I tried inserting more of him but before I could accomplish much he was gone. I blink a few times processing what just took place.

The feeling of knots start to form in my belly. I turn around to see the shower empty. I pop my head out of the shower door to see no one. Disappointment washes over me. Then shame. I hate myself for feeling this way because of how things ended. I shake my head side to side in an attempt to forget about the man, the reason for these mixed emotions.

I finish cleaning myself from all the dirt and grime. Exhaustion overwhelms me from the day I've had. Causing me to stay put under the shower head for a few more minutes thinking to myself. I wonder if anyone notices my disappearance. I just could not believe that Bryan proposed to me and by the end of the day I was thrown into the backseat of my professor's car. I wonder what Bryan is doing right now. I need to get back home to him somehow.

Alright, I think I've spent enough time in the shower. I turn off the shower head and use my hands to squeeze the water from my hair out. I open the shower door and notice the towel that looks carefully placed on the lid of the toilet. Picking the towel up, I wrap it around my body.

I look all around the restroom in hopes of finding a clean set of clothes. I was left empty handed.

Walking out of the restroom I turn to the side. I notice Damen laying on the bed. I walk over to him. When I make it to his side, I glance down to see his eyes closed shut. I wonder if he's asleep. Curiosity gets the best of me. Hoping not to get caught I bit my bottom lip while placing my hand above his face. He doesn't react. Feeling more daring I bring my hand even closer about an inch away from his skin, shaking my fingers while moving them above his face.

Oh f**k, I'm trying so hard to hold in my laughter at how ridicules this whole situation is. I hold my hand still for a second to appreciate every feature of his face. He's beautiful. My eyes involuntarily move down to study his muscular body. This man is the definition of perfection if only his personality mimicked his appearance instead of being a lunatic. My gaze finds itself back on his face as I began studying his long dark eyelashes.

"How long do you plan on staring at me for?" He smirks while slightly opening one eye to watch my reaction. I stumble back with wide eyes while clenching my chest trying to calm my poor heart down. He sits up and I can't help but notice the way his muscles move. "Are you alright?" I look back up at his face to see the widest grin I have ever seen as he laughs so hard that he's holding onto his stomach squeezing his eyes shut.

"You think this is funny?" I scream at him and feel my face heating up.

"How could I not." He attempts to stop his laughter while swiping away the tears coming from his eyes.

"Shut up!" I yell out while pushing his chest with my hands. f**k is what crosses my mind when I realize I lost my footing and slip onto Damen's body pushing him down in the process. I felt two warm arms wrap around my waist. The feeling of warmth sinking into my skin from his felt blissful. Wait. Why can I feel skin to skin contact? My towel!

Before I could figure out what's happening, a flow of warm air blew onto my ear lobe tickling the side of my neck. A shiver runs down my spine as his fingertips trace alongside my back. I move my head up from in between his neck and shoulder to say something spiteful to him instead I find myself gazing longingly into his eyes. He removes one of his hands from my back and before I could feel the disappointment a hand is brushing back the strands of my hair.

"We need to talk." He says as he places a strand of loose hair behind my ear.