Luna Unknown

Fire Tinglies

    I was relieved to be going to lunch. Lunch was my safe space, a place where I ruled without a question of authority. I needed that reassurance after what just took place. Damen now a safe distance away, giving my brain a chance to think clearly no longer under his spell. He was definitely irresistible and sexy, however that was no reason to lose my cool the way that I did. Becoming submissive underneath his voice and stuttering at a loss for words. It felt as though he didn't even meet the real me. Well, the me that I had fabricated.     I needed to learn how to control myself around him. He was demanding, and threatened my place within a few sentences. His gaze was so threatening, and I had to figure out a way to maintain my high status all while still being submissive enough to let him feel like he had control.     I sighed as I realized that I was lying to myself. He had all of the control, especially over me. If I weren't already set on making Damen mine, it was set and stone the moment he said "I'm only here for you." and something about having a relationship with me. My heart started to flutter. A relationship with Damen? Being able to claim him as mine and only mine? My heart was beating so fast with excitement that I had to take time to slowly breathe to calm down to normal before I could continue my short walk.     Damn it. Just thinking about him gave him control over me. Even dreaming, something I couldn't control, he was the puppeteer holding my strings. I had to control this. I thought back on all of the years that I've spent as Sarah and how I've mastered being an actress and wondered how I could act while I couldn't even speak.     I really wanted to know his true intentions with Martha. Surely he's not that friendly of a guy. There has to be some sort of master plot at foot here. And if he really is just a nice guy, what in the world does he see in me? He said that he's been watching me for two days, meaning that he had to have seen the pep rally.    My brain clicked on realizing that was the reason. He saw me using my Queen Bee power, and felt immediately threatened. He didn't seem like the type to follow, he was definitely a leader. He was using Martha as a pawn in a silent war that he had started. He didn't want me as his queen, he wanted to use his witch powers on me to get rid of me completely. That was made clear by his threat of never embarrassing Martha again. He just wanted to dominate me and to do exactly what Colton had said; "establish a new social order."     I felt betrayal wash through me, followed by a feeling of stupidity. Of course, why would this god-like man be into an evil b***h like me? It was all sadly starting to make sense. During our short conversation, I noticed that I could talk and actually have a pinch of control if I were angry. That was something to reflect on. I was especially good at being Sarah when I were angry. I suppose that I've always had the inner bitchy side, and Sarah let me reveal that openly.     However most of the time I found myself mad at Rebecca or Tiffany for the openly disrespectful and degrading suggestions that they had. Which we normally followed through with, causing me to become angrier. And easier to be a complete cunt. With angry heat running through my veins, I became selfish. I would spare no ones' feelings until mine were dealt with in a way that I had chosen.     So I had an answer after what felt like hours of contemplation. I just had to stay angry. Not so angry that I couldn't make him fall for me, but angry enough to keep the control in my voice. The only problem being, being around him, nothing made me feel angry. Within his presence and feeling his warm energy, I don't know if any person could stay angry. He captivated all of my raw emotions. Except for lust, that one stood loud and proud, practically begging him with my eyes to touch me.     "Go to your angry place. Go to your angry place." I repeated in my head, trying to figure out where exactly my angry place was. As if it were a bolt of lightening, the memory of Damen's arm around Martha set fire ablaze within my blood. So my angry place was just from a few hours ago. This was a good thing. Meant that it was still fresh with emotion. That's what I would think about then. If he looked into my eyes, I would remember his arm around Martha. Pissing me off enough but just enough to remain collected, but I'd imagine his gaze would act as valium, bringing me down enough to breathe and flirt.    Feeling more confident, I continued my long stride to the cafeteria, watching as the sea of students parted to the sides near the lockers as if I were their puppeteer. I smiled to myself feeling for once that I were winning. Seeing the students cower near the lockers reminded me of who I am. I am not the submissive little Barbie doll that he's expecting. My feeling of power was interrupted as two blondes came and walked on both of my sides, standing a little behind me as I have previously instructed them to do. They also walked with their chins up, feeling uneasy about approaching me after the last conversation that we had.    For once, I was the one to break the silence. "So Tiff, heard you're having a party? Tonight? And I literally just found out from a f*****g nerd in English?" Tiffany's pupils shrunk in fear as she responded "S-sorry Sarah. I tried to tell you about it this morning but you weren't here. My parents are going to Bali for the week so I have the house to myself. What better way to ring in the school year, am I right? Also after the conversation this morning about Martha's demise, I figured that we could use the opportunity to really smash her-" I put my hand up, cutting Tiffany off. "Calm down," I said before I continued. "The party is a good idea. I'm pissed because I had to find out from some nerd, but I suppose you're right. I was running late this morning." I had to choose my next words carefully as they were both watching me with wide eyes, waiting for the "but" at the end of my sentence. "But- I know that I've been really wishy washy about this topic, but I have decided again that we will leave Martha alone." I watched as both of their faces turned sad and dropped to the ground. What was their problem? Until this morning, none of us had any reason to ever mess with Martha. Yet they acted like it was their favorite sport. I knew that I was evil, but damn these girls made me feel like a saint sometimes.    I could tell that I was losing their interest and appearing weak so I added some lies to my case. "For now, anyways. As it would seem, she is tutoring Damen. Meaning he will be around her most of the time. Any embarrassment came Damen's way will feel as if it were my own seeing as how I plan on cuffing him. We can't risk it. Your plans can wait a few months. Now, tell me more about this party."    Rebecca still looked at the ground through a scrunched face, obviously still bent up on having to focus her torture elsewhere. Tiffany's brown eyes lit up a bit as she started to tell me about the party and who all had been invited. The whole school, apparently. "Tiff, you invited him to the party right?" I interrupted her ramble. I had to know if he was going to be there. She let a smile fall on her face as she shyly replied "I was going to, but I thought that you might want to. Was too nervous to go through with it thinking that it might be something that you wanted. I dare not go against that." She said, a small laugh escaping her lips. I smiled back, I was proud of her. Doing exactly what she was supposed to do. Minding me.    My thoughts of thankfulness for Tiffany's loyalty were interrupted by Rebecca jumping in front of me. "Well actually, I invited him." She chimed in, a s**t eating grin on her face. I stared at her in shock as she never let the smile leave her face. "W-why would you do that?" I asked through pursed lips and shut teeth. Was she purposefully trying to piss me off? If so, I was over people doing that today. Ready to sign her death certificate, she sensed my anger and I watched her face get immediately replaced with fear. "I got caught following him this morning with Martha. When they turned around, Martha looked at me like she was afraid, and that pissed Damen off big time. He was about to say something rude so I gave him the pink flier for the party that I had and said that I just wanted to invite him." She sped the words out so quickly that I barely had time to hear them.    That was more understandable. I felt the tension lower as they both seemed to calm down, meaning that I must have been calming down. They were little shadows; always repeating what I did. "Okay. That's more understandable. You were being adaptable. Good for you. I would've done the same thing. Now that that's handled and we don't need to plot against Martha any time soon, stop following him. That's my job now until he's mine." I made sure to speak seriously so that they caught the severity of my situation. I was being needy and possessive as if he were the last of a drug, and I the fiend running out of a fix. They could sense something of the sort as Rebecca's face grew worried. "What about Colton? Did you guys break up? Everyone seems to think so. Your determination for this new guy also makes it seem like you're both single." She said accusingly.    I sighed and gave them half of the truth. "Honestly, I'm not sure yet. We haven't broken up, and I don't want to break his heart. However, it's clear to everyone that Damen is the hottest guy here, so he should be with me. The hottest chick." I smirked and looked at them in their eyes daring them to protest that fact. When they stayed silent, I could feel my smile grow ten sizes. They knew their place. Which was good. Sure I was awful, but without me these girls would have burned the entire school down by now with everyone in it.    They stayed silent and I kept my glare. "Great. Now that we all understand, let's go to lunch. I'm sorry that I won't be sitting with you guys today. I will be sitting with Damen. He invited me." I felt my already wide smile grow even more thinking about getting to stare into Damen's eyes and taking control for once. He was going to meet Sarah. The real/fake Sarah. As stepped into the lunch room I heard Rebecca and Tiffany stop behind me as they halted their breathing. I turned to find out what the problem was but as if reading my mind, Rebecca smirked and practically whispered "Good luck with that." She walked passed me to her usual lunch seat with Tiffany by her side, who was still gaping with terror. That was weird. What was their problem? Why did I feel completely thrown off of course when they walked away leaving me alone? But most importantly, why would I need good luck?    I didn't have to search for Damen, I just followed Rebecca and Tiffany's wide eyes until he was directly in my view, smiling and waving at me. f**k, this was going to be hard. His smile was soaked with pureness, warm and inviting, heating me up from the center and out. His brown-gold eyes appearing a lot more friendly than the last time we spoke, matching the smile on his face. I was just standing there like an i***t, smiling. Control. I needed to gain control. I stood and thought about Damen's arm around Martha's shoulder. About how close his body had come to touching hers. Little pine needles of hate started the creep out of my pores. Holy s**t, this was working. Being angry made it a lot easier to be under his gaze. Anger reminding me of my suspicions of him either being a male witch or someone who's trying to take my throne.    My head twitched at the thought of his betrayal and my famous forced smile planted itself on my face. I gave a flirty little shy wave in front of my smile, clearly directed towards him. Not caring who saw. He teasingly tried to mimic my flirtatious wave, following it with a wink. I reminded myself of his possible betrayal and his arm around another girl and started to make steps towards him. I wasn't walking all on my own, either. There was a magical pull through Damen's eyes that beckoned for me and made me weak. "f**k, Sarah, stay in this! Stay angry and his pull on you will weaken!" I was screaming at myself in my own head. As an unknown student moved out of the way, he revealed Damen's other apparent lunch date. No effing way. Martha. f*****g Martha. Staying angry was going to be so much easier than I thought. I was just now noticing that Damen was sitting in the far left corner table. Martha's table. Only Martha's table. I should have known where he was as soon as I saw him, but I was either too dazed by his smile or my heart didn't want to believe it. Or I'm flat-out stupid.    He had made it clear that he was here for only me. He said that she was his tutor, not that she would become his best f*****g friend! Why was he doing this to me? What did I ever do to him other than secretly c*m in a dream about him? Why was he so determined to knock me down? I was standing there stunned, staring at Martha's back and Damen's confused face as I chose my next move carefully. I was good and pissed, his sad glare at my reaction not even phasing me. It fueled me, rather. I wanted more than anything to find out the truth behind this little game at my expense. With anger and confidence beaming throughout me, I walked over to the corner table where he was. With her. I stood next to Martha above the plastic seat built into the table, glaring but smiling down at Damen. He returned the smile but his eyes seemed to match his. He saw nothing wrong with what he was doing. I felt my temperature rise even more. I felt Martha cower next to me, having just now noticing my presence. She nearly spit out the milk that she was drinking to apologize to me.     "I-I'm so sorry Sarah. I was just sitting. Do you want to sit here? I can move. Oh s**t, I'm so sorry!" Her eyes were full of terror as they made me realize something. I had never looked Martha in the eyes before. Seeing past the actually kind of pretty green color, I could see years of pain. Of torture. Of pure agony, having to be at this place everyday all over again. Pain, torture and agony...all put there by yours truly. If I weren't so livid, I would have felt the guilt wash through me so hard that I probably would have apologized to Martha. Or at least given her a smile.    She was panicking and picking up all of her belongings before Damen butted in and reassured her that she didn't have to leave. "Martha, you're safe here. Sarah was just going to sit with us." he said as he gave me yet another award winning smile, making part of me wish that I COULD just sit down and be buddies with Martha if it meant being that much closer to getting Damen inside of me and letting me claim him. I looked at Martha who had stopped her acts of panic, and who was now calm and collected in the presence of Damen. My neck and face felt as though they had become sunburnt. Who would have thought that Martha would be my psych block around Damen?    I c****d my head to the side and let out a sarcastic grin. Looking at Martha first, and then to Damen. "Actually, I don't think that I will. I sort of thought that it would just be the two of us. Candle lights, flowers, and stargazing, you know. The works. Forgive me for not wanting to be a part of your little 'Make-a-Friend' program. In fact, I have a lot of questions for the guy who's been stalking me for two days, apparently." I practically snarled at the end. I hoped that was enough to show him that I was onto him as I turned around and headed for the door. Pausing when I heard his beautiful laugh behind me as he said "one."    I turned back around to face him, my anger being topped off with curiosity now. "One what?" I threw my hand up in a sort of "duh" type of motion. "I've only been stalking you for one day." He replied solidly yet still with a smile on his face. I snapped back before I got captivated under his grin. "No, no. You said two days. I remember because I started feeling your eyes yesterday!" I accidentally confessed loudly. Martha peered up at me with big eyes. Eyes accusing me of being crazy. Shocked to have heard such an embarrassing confession from her tormentor. She even seemed to have felt sorry for me. s**t, maybe I was going crazy if it meant Martha feeling sympathy towards me.     Damen just smiled as though something were funny or as if he liked my small confession of weakness. He turned to her as he said "Hey Martha, Captain Crazy over here is about to snap. Would you please excuse me so that I can go tend to her every need?" He just called me Captain Crazy. Fury was starting to swell in my limbs, wanting to run away. To not hear or see any more. Martha just nodded, paying close attention to not look me in the eyes again.    Damen stood up, revealing his tight black shirt and gray sweatpants, his way of letting the world know that he was definitely packing or wearing a fake one. I hadn't seen a real one, but nothing about this one seemed fake so far. He walked around the table to my side, placing his arm on my lower back right above my butt, leading me out into the hallway.    I could feel his hand in the center of my being. His touch alone was enough for my body to betray me and to start craving him in the spot between my legs. I really enjoyed the warm little tingles that took place whenever our skin touched. He felt like home. I wanted to feel like home for him.    "His arm around Martha! His arm around Martha! The same arm that's around you right now!" My inner voice was screaming at me, reminding me that I had to be angry in order to keep control in this situation. Even feeling sorry for Martha, seeing her so close to Damen twice now was enough to keep the fury ablaze. He also seemed determined to make Martha and myself friends. A total waste of time, yet pulled off would have been genius. How to Make the Popular Girl Fall:101.     We were in the hallway now, alone for the first time. A thought that might have excited me if I weren't so upset and pissed. I wasted no time as I was practically yelling at him now "What is the freaking deal with you and Martha? Are you a witch, and if you are, I know this sounds crazy, but turn it off! I want my life back! Why does my skin heat up around you? Why do I dream about you? Why are you here? Why are you lying about being here yesterday? I SAW YOU! YOU SAW ME!" I pleaded while trying to catch my breath. I hadn't meant to say all of those things. I suppose anger didn't provide quite the amount of control that I had thought. He looked down at me, his smile friendly and his eyes glowing warm. "One at a time, babe, please. I'll tell you anything that you want to know. Just calm down a bit, your typically beautiful face is clouded with judgement. Plus you're all red." He said teasingly as he lifted his hand up to my cheek, causing the tingly feeling to stir inside of my blood, wishing that his hand could stay there forever. I sunk into his words and took a deep breath.     "Okay, why are you lying about being here yesterday?" I said rather calmly. This was probably the most fluent he had ever heard my voice, I realized.    He looked to the ground, his smile vanishing and becoming replaced with a sad frown before looking up to answer me. "Look, I'm sensing that you're a bit of the jealous type, so don't look a lot into this. I just didn't want Martha to know that I were here yesterday to bare witness to her f*****g hanging. I didn't want her to think that I was only being her friend because I felt extremely sorry for her. Plus, I thought she might enjoy being around me more thinking that I hadn't seen. Also, I was only here for a few periods yesterday, so technically we're both wrong. Its more like one and a half days worth of stalking." He followed with a wink in my direction.    I really wasn't expecting that. No guy is that good just for the fun of it. No guy would be willing to risk his reputation to keep Martha happy. Unless he was? What if he really were just the nicest guy to ever live, adding on to his already apparent hotness? I realized that my brain was going in the other direction again. I had to maintain myself, at all costs. Which brought me to my second question. "Are you some sort of witch? Or do you practice spells?"    This man kept surprising me. He was now literally on the floor, rolling around and soaking up his own laughter. His laugh was music to my ears, yet I felt ridiculous at this reaction. I know that it sounded crazy, but his pull was undeniable. I felt like I were in a trance, and that all led up to witch. Maybe I should have chosen a different word, I thought as he stood up slowly, still laughing while wiping a tear from his eye. "You have no idea how happy that just made me. No, I am one hundred percent, for absolute sure, not a witch." He replied still grinning. I was about to get lost inside of that wonderous smile before his eyes became cold out of nowhere and the smile vanished. "But now that you know, please don't ever ask me that again. Or even suggest it." He commanded sternly.     What the hell? I thought. He must be seriously bipolar. That emotional switch happened so fast that I were wondering if it happened at all. The guy definitely didn't like witches for whatever reason. Maybe someone scared him as a child dressed up as one or something. I don't know, but this wasn't the time for that conversation. So he wasn't a witch, that was great! But that realization only brought more questions into my head. A lot of "whys" and "hows". I still had time to ask him the rest of my questions, but I felt my anger running thin from finding out that he wasn't in fact, a witch. I was also really embarrassed by the witch question and having asked it. Especially with the response that I received.     I pulled my lower lip back with my teeth, trying to think of a way to ask my questions in a more graceful manner but it didn't matter. I could feel his eyes on me, and without being able to channel my anger I was total jello around him. He noticed me biting my lip, causing his eyes to turn black with lust. He smiled lightly, as if he were stalking prey, before he asked "So what were your other questions again? Sorry that I couldn't memorize all 80 of them the first time."     Typically that statement would have annoyed me, but I don't think that there's a single thing that could come out of Damen's mouth and annoy me. Plus, this felt like his attempt and playfully flirting. I couldn't give the same energy back due to being in shock inside of Damen's aura, however I could listen to his voice and watch his laughter all day.    "A-actually that was it. That was all of them." I stuttered out. I wasn't going to repeat any of the other more embarrassing questions. Not yet, anyways.    He smiled from ear to ear. "No, no, no. Not so easy. You said something about your skin heating up? Oh, and you dream about me. You also said that." He was smirking with so much confidence that it made me weak. He had heard my previous questions. I didn't have to tell him anything, and he already knew. I was yet again totally embarrassed. At this point I couldn't even look at him. I kept my head on my shoes, making it clear that I wasn't going to reply even if I could have. The air bubble was yet again lodged inside of my vocal chords, preventing me from speaking or having any control over my own body.    He used this time of silence to study me, looking me up and down before asking me "Do you mind if I try something? I'm aware that you're not currently speaking to me, so if I can, blink twice. If not, blink once."    Confusion wandered all throughout my body, but I had nothing inside of me telling me to refuse him. I blinked my eyes twice, a simple feat taking all of the muscles in my face.    He smiled as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me as close as I have ever been to him, our tummies touching, my breasts squished against his hard chest. My skin was on fire, looking into his eyes made me feel like ripping off his clothes to be closer to him. f**k. He can try this any time he wants. He was giving me my daily dose of heroin, enough to keep high for the next few years. He smelt of the outdoors, his scent enveloping me. I took my hands and placed them around his waist also, shuddering when the warmth from his back started to make its way up my arm, into my neck, down to my belly, landing directly inside of my V, causing my walls to throb and my knees to close.     Touching him was like touching a rainbow, and by that I mean that it was f*****g unbelievable. It was too much for me, having him this close, feeling his hard chest on my breasts. He was feeling it too, I could tell by how hard he was becoming in front of me, feeling his long shaft on my pelvis.     So I turned him on too, this was excellent news. It meant that he probably felt at least a fraction of the s****l aggravation that I were also feeling. The thought had made a tiny moan escape my lips, me not even trying to hold it back.He was pleased at the reaction he was having on my body. Looking down at me with his friendly smile pleading "You had a dream about me, Babe? That's amazing. I'm sorry for my outburst earlier. I don't want to scare you out of sharing your feelings with me. I was just caught completely off guard by you asking if I were a witch. I'm all ears now, so please baby, tell me about your dream. Was it one of those dreams?" He winked at me as he finished his question.    I felt my cheeks burn red. f**k, how did he seem to know EVERYTHING without me saying a single thing? If I thought that I was embarrassed before, I didn't know what would happen in three minutes. I couldn't answer him using my voice, but I also didn't want to lie to him. I didn't understand this feeling as lying was one of my given talents, but I wanted him to know that I thought of him in that way. One of those 'Talk about what you want so that it will manifest one day' types of feelings. I looked at him in the eyes, causing my legs to tremble. I would have fallen had our arms not been around each other. He noticed my falter as he notices everything else about me and smiled with pleasantness. At least someone enjoyed this trainwreck.    Finally answering his question, as if my cheeks didn't already give it away, I nodded my head up and down confirming that I did in fact, have a s*x dream about him. He didn't know when the dream took place and I found comfort in that.    His eyes were lit up now, his member in front of me pulsing while poking me in the pelvis. The smile on his face was indescribable as it were a mixture of happiness and desire. His eyes lowered as he pulled my hand from around him, making me shudder at the loss of skin contact, before I chilled out as he placed it in front of his face as if he were about to kiss my knuckles like in the old days when chivalry was still alive.    "Well, correct me if I'm wrong, beautiful. But you have made it abundantly clear that we've been aware of each other for two days now, this being the second. Meaning that unless you took a nap this morning, which is possible seeing as how you were extremely late, this dream had to have taken place...last night? If my math is right, that is." He smirked with confidence at his calculation. I could feel his breath on my right hand, still awkwardly in front of his face. s**t, no comfort now. Not only did he know that I were sleep-f*****g him, he also knew exactly when.     I started to feel embarrassed, the heat rising to my cheeks. My emotions were interrupted as his next action caused me to stand up more straight, stunned at what I was witnessing. He took my pointer finger inside of his mouth slowly. His lips wrapped around my finger nail as he slid his mouth up until my knuckle were the only part that were free. His tongue was soft and warm as it swirled around my finger, tasting every inch of it. The swirling motion of his tongue sending my brain to dangerous places. "Mmm. So f*****g sweet, baby." He whispered around my finger causing me to completely lose my mind.     I found myself wishing that his tongue were swirling in other places. Places down below that would probably cause me to scream from pleasure. I should have stopped myself from thinking those thoughts because before I knew it, I was giving my finger to him. Practically begging him with my body for more as I pressed tighter against him, grinding my needing V against his throbbing d**k. How I wish that these clothes weren't in the way, keeping us from touching. This seemed like an odd act, but I was so hot and bothered that I didn't take notice. My eyes were shut as I threw my head back and let a soft moan escape my lips. I felt a small sexy growl come from his mouth after, the sound sending shivers into places that were already full of heat. Wait, did he just growl? I brushed it off as that's not even the closest to weirdest thing about him. He was definitely odd, but his Adonis body and manly charm made up for it.    He slowly took my finger out of his mouth, his tongue trailing every centimeter as he did. He let my hand free and I just placed it on his shoulder, not willing to break the skin contact yet again. I was breathing hard as though I had just ran a mile. He were too, and his eyes were still a dark shade of desire, a sight that made me happy as I realized that I were effecting him as well. He wanted me. This was too much for one girl to handle. My arms on his shoulders, his arms around my waist on my back, our skin touching in such a forced manner. I was taking it all in to remember for later when I wasn't so lucky.    His face was close enough that I could feel his warm and calming breath as he spoke. "Dream about me any time you want, beautiful. But the next time that you decide to take action on it, please wait for me to be there. I would have loved to have tasted you straight from the source." My mouth gaped open in shock. Did he really just tell me that he wanted to watch me masturbate? How did he know that I touched myself in the first place? How much more did this absolute stranger know about me? Why was I having such strong feelings, s****l feelings, for someone that I didn't know and for an experience that I hadn't yet lived through? Nothing about my thought process for the past two days has screamed "virgin!" I felt like a total w***e and I had never even had my second base ran through.    But more importantly, why did I feel so comfortable all of a sudden? It's as if he said something dirty to me and my entire being just calmed down. As if him talking dirty was the barrier to my wall that needed knocked down. He said that he wanted to taste me, and I feel as though a few minutes ago I would have buckled at the knees and fallen over, not able to speak. Now I wanted to DARE him. I was no longer afraid, I wanted to embrace this man with every cell in my vessel. Especially after THAT. Whatever that was. It was amazing.    I looked at him with wide eyes, now able to speak with my wall have been broken down. I batted my eyelashes a few times in a flirtatious way and c****d my head to the side as I said "I promise. You'll be the first to know."    He laughed to himself, a sexy husky laugh that bounced off of the hallway's walls as they sweetly made a home within my ears. "So. She does speak." He let out through a shy smile.    New to the feeling of being able to talk around him, I felt lightened by his words. I laughed out loud, it feeling better than ever before as I felt freedom within my lungs. The tingles were still there between our skin, burning brighter than ever. I wondered if he felt them too.    "Do you feel them too?" I whispered to him. I stared into his eyes hoping that I could come up with an answer before he gave me one, and I did. His eyes became warm again, his smile more inviting.    He lifted his hand to my cheek and caressed it softly as he whispered back mockingly "What ever do you mean, beautiful?" His hand causing a trail of the heated tingles down my face. He knew exactly what I meant, he was just toying with me now.    I sighed and let my whisper sound as annoyed as I were as I said "you know...the fire tinglies." I could feel the irritation on my face. I was speaking now, wasn't he more excited? He also told me that he would answer any questions that I have, and he seemed to be dodging this one a bit.    His grin took up his whole face. Either I said yet another totally crazy thing, or he was excited at my discovery. It was very hard to gage practically not knowing him. It also didn't feel as though I barely knew him. Being in his arms and under his gaze made me believe that we had known each other for our entire lives, if not more than that. I needed to know if he felt it too.    I thought back to my dream which felt silly, however in my dream, fingers were definitely involved. Just as they were today. My dream might have been wrong on the person and location, it might have been wrong about a lot of things. I didn't feel that it was wrong about his dominant side, however. I decided to test my theory. He stood there holding me, remaining silent with an award winning smile planted on his face as he looked at me. f**k, he was a total god.    I removed my hands from his back, causing physical pain in my palms for the three nanoseconds that they were off of his skin. I placed them on both sides of his face as I closed my eyes. The warm tinglies in his cheeks were stretching their way through my palms and arms, making me feel light and iridescent.     As I opened my eyes, I made sure that they would be staring right into his. I opened them slowly and almost didn't escape from the beautiful brown pools, everything about them screaming safety and comfort. "Please." I let it out so slow that it was almost a whisper.    The lovely brown eyes that I were staring into had turned dark yet again, with an emotion that I couldn't figure out. It wasn't lust as I had seen that before, and it wasn't anger because I felt as though I would be able to sense that sort of thing. What a weird thought. Time to add it to my collection.    He shut his eyes as I held onto his beautiful tan face, feeling the tinglies and hoping the entire time that I'm not crazy, that this wasn't just me. I was about to beg again, but just as I went to open my mouth, his eyes opened, still stuck on mine. "Yes baby, I feel them too." He whispered.    I felt my entire body shutter with excitement. Yes! He felt them too! Yay! I wasn't losing my mind! I sensed my smile matching my inner excitement, wishing that I could kiss him. Wishing that I could feel those fire tinglies birth from my lips.    As if reading my mind, he leaned down to whisper in my ear "But between you and I, they feel f*****g magical in other places. Places that I will explore for you, whenever you're ready. Just say the word." His alluring voice haunted me as it sent shivers down my spine. All of my hairs now standing up, the wetness between my legs starting to become too much to bare, I was about to say "Word." but I couldn't as the lunch bell had just loudly rang, interrupting the most sensual moment in all of my life. He laughed as he pulled away from me, making me feel practically naked, him taking all of his fire tingles with him. I started to protest but he cut me off before I could even begin speaking. "Don't worry, babe. I told you that we'll have plenty of time to get to know each other. I promise." And he gave me a wink. I smiled in response. I could have spoken, but it seemed redundant as my body language was already giving away my needy and possessive nature.    Before he turned to walk away, without touching my skin, he cautiously asked "You uh, you broke up with Lord of the Douches right?" I got instantly nervous. s**t, no I hadn't. And why did he keep calling Colton a douche? Did he know any other insults? I thought about mentioning that we got into a fight for a consolation argument, but for some reason unknown to me, I didn't WANT to lie to him. It was so odd. I just shook my head no.    Before he could begin the speech that I were about to receive, I piped in with "But I am. Tonight. There's this party." I didn't even realize to myself that that were my plan. Breaking up with him at a party was not my definition of classy. However the selfish side of me took over and I had to do whatever I had to do to make Damen mine, and Damen had made his two requests very clear. Break up with Colton, and be nice to Martha. Easy enough.    He smiled at me as he said "Alright. I believe you. I'll see you at the end of the day, Beautiful. Passing period is almost over." Awh, he cared about being on time to class. Normally I would say this ironically, however the thought was completely adorable. He could do things that I thought terrible, and completely turn them into an act worthy of adoration.    Same with the Martha situation. Sure, seeing them together absolutely pissed me off, but my inner Lenora was thrilled that Martha finally had someone to protect her from Sarah. She deserved protection after all of these years, and my beautiful knight in shining armor was right there willing to help the most unfortunate person in this school. I had always seen such kindness as weakness, but I was starting to discover just how much I liked it, especially coming from him. As if just hearing it, I noticed that he said "end of the day." What did that mean? Weren't there like three periods left still?    "Hey, why the end of the day? Won't I see you before then?" I pleaded. He ran his hand through his shiny black hair, looking disgruntled as he replied "I actually have some things to run and do before school gets out. I'm heading out in the middle of Chemistry."    I let a small "oh." escape my lips. I wanted to ask him what he had to do, who he was doing it with, and where he had to do it all while wondering in the back of my head if I could come too. He sensed my worry and rubbed his hand on my forearm in an attempt to chill me out, sending the fire tinglies to deep places. He was close now, so close that I could feel his warm breath on my neck. "Don't worry baby, I'm coming back for you. I'll be here right after the last bell rings. After all, your boyfriend should be the one to give you a ride home." He used both of his thumbs to point at himself as he started to walk away, blowing me sarcastic kisses through a lovely smile. Would I ever get used to how absolutely mesmerizing this human was?    As if a lightening bolt had jolted through my body, I shuttered remembering that he just called himself my boyfriend. MY BOYFRIEND. Life was feeling too good to be true. I was so happy that I felt like skipping down the halls throwing flowers atop everyone. My happiness only coming to a sudden end when I remembered the last part of that half-wonderful sentence. "I'm giving you a ride home." It was in no way a question, and even though I hadn't tried, I already knew that no argument would stop it if that's what he wanted. So, Damen was going to give me a ride home. Or really, to Gabby's home. It's just one little change after doing the same exact thing for a solid three years, what could go wrong? I let out a long sigh as my entire body stiffened, the only words running through my brain being "FUCK."