Hailey
College ended early today.
After skipping for two days, I couldn't push my luck any further—and Damien sure as hell wouldn't let me. When I'd tried convincing him to let me stay home just one last time, he had given me a look so sharp it could've cut glass and said, in exact words:
"Don't be a brat, Hailey. And before you argue, don't bother—I'll drag you there myself."
And just like that, I'd gone to class. And then I'd come home. And then, of course, Damien had pulled me straight into his room. Now I was sitting on his bed, forced to finish my homework while he worked on his laptop. But that wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was that he wouldn't stop teasing me.
Every so often, he'd saunter over, press his lips to my neck, ghost his fingers down my spine—just enough to s
