Chapter 10 #3
Clutching my phone to my chest, I lean back against my pillow, knowing I’m in big trouble. I need to find a way to keep Damien, because I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let him go. Before I send him another message, I pull up Allie’s name and text her.
ME:
I heard some guy grabbed your ass and that Dima lost his shit. I want all the details. Also, can I stay with you tomorrow night? And maybe the night after? Okay, maybe for several nights?
ALLIE:
Yeah, it’s the most excitement my life has ever had. Of course you can. This feels mysterious. What’s up?
ME:
I promise I’ll explain everything when I get there tomorrow.
ALLIE:
You better. You know how much I love juicy gossip.
ME:
Prepare yourself. This is pretty juicy.
ALLIE:
Oh my god, it’s Damien, isn’t it? I knew it!!
ME:
Jesus Christ, is it that obvious?
ALLIE:
No, I’m just very attuned to other people’s sexual energy since none is directed towards me.
While I read her last text, I get a new message from Damien. I say a quick bye to her, promising to tell her everything and that evidently lots of sexual energy is directed her way since she started a massive fight tonight before I click on Damien’s name.
“Yeah, I feel really awkward right now. It was too much, wasn’t it? You fucking yourself is hot as hell, but now I’m thinking it doesn’t work the same way when a guy does it. Fuck, I’m sorry. Jesus, send me a message and put me out of my misery.”
I can’t help but laugh at the mortified tone of his voice and quickly send him a message.
“I’m sorry! After hearing your message I was desperate to see you again, so I texted Allie to see if I could stay over there tomorrow night and possibly a few nights after that.
She said yes, so I’ll be sneaking over as soon as it’s dark enough.
I loved your message, and you’re very wrong.
I had no idea anything could sound as sexy as you growling my name while you come.
I look forward to hearing that in person.
Thank you for doing it, and I love that I can listen to it anytime I want. ”
His response is a very relived sounding, “Thank god. That’s not really the kind of message you can take back once it’s sent. I’m glad you’ll be staying at Allie’s tomorrow, and I can’t wait to see you again. Get some sleep, besyonok. I have a feeling you won’t get much tomorrow night.”
I smile at his response and send him a quick goodnight message before cuddling up next to Nyx.
“I can’t wait for you to meet him, girl,” I tell her while I wrap my arm around her and scratch her chest. She sighs, pulled from sleep just long enough to lick my hand before she drifts off again.
The next morning and afternoon is spent with Nyx, giving her tons of attention since I’m planning on being gone for a few days.
I wait until my dad leaves before I approach my mom about staying with Allie.
It’s not unusual for me to go over there, and since there’s no reason for me not to, she smiles and tells me to have fun and to call if I need anything.
“Thanks, Mom,” I tell her, giving her a hug and then running to pack my bags. I end up taking more than I’ll probably need, but when I’m finally ready to go, I catch a ride with Misha and end up on Allie’s doorstep right in time for supper.
Not wanting to appear suspicious, I do what I usually do when I’m over here and visit with Allie’s parents.
They’ve always been Aunt Svetlana and Uncle Andrei to me, and when I give them both a hug, they each kiss my head and start asking me a million questions about what all I’ve been up to, even though we all know the answers before I give them.
They’re both from Russia and Russian is the language I know they both prefer, so I switch to it as I tell them all about my morning with Nyx and the new trails my brothers have been working on in our woods.
Allie takes the barstool next to me, joining in and cracking jokes while we eat supper, but I can tell she’s just as antsy as I am to go to her room so we can talk.
As soon as we finish dessert, Allie and I stand and start clearing the dishes, telling her mom and dad to go and relax.
They take us up on it, and as soon as they’re out of the room, we get the dishwasher loaded, grab my bags, and head downstairs to Allie’s room.
“Oh my god, start talking before I lose my mind,” she says, barely getting the door shut before the words come spilling out. “What’s going on with Damien?”
Even though I know her parents are upstairs and at the other end of the house, my eyes still dart to the door at the mention of his name before I fall back onto her bed. The huge smile gives me away immediately, and Allie groans and lays down beside me.
“I’m happy for you,” she says. “Seriously. Don’t let my sour face convince you otherwise.”
I nudge her arm, making her laugh. Leaning up on her elbow, she looks at me and says, “Tell me everything.”
“I want to hear about what happened to you,” I start to say, but she shakes her head.
“My night didn’t end with anything even remotely sexual. I want your story first so I can live vicariously through it.”
“Okay, well after the fight broke out, the crowd started pressing in and I couldn’t get free.
I knew if I waited long enough, someone would come get me, but before they could, some guy grabbed my arm.
Before I could even try to wrench it free, Damien punched him.
” I can’t help but grin at the memory. “A few times. Then he got me the hell out of there. I led him to one of the paths to the beach and we waited there until my brothers came to get me.”