“Helluva turnaround time, babe,” Damon says, burying his face in my armpit.
I laugh. “You’re telling me. I was so focused on you, I was surprised when I went off again.”
He rakes his short nails down my chest, and a shudder tears through me as I relax into the mattress with heavy eyes and a full heart.
Chapter 27
Damon
Liam and I slept for two hours, and I’ve never slept better in my life. When I woke up, his scent was all around me, his gigantic biceps kept me close, and I didn’t even mind the exorbitant amount of body heat…because Liam ismine,and it’s finally starting to feel like it.
There are still hurdles to cross. I have to tell him about the strings I pulled, and of course, he’ll have to talk to his dad at some point. Then there’s the hurdle of me coming out to my family, but that feels less like a hurdle every day. Besides, Liam’s right. Who cares what anyone else thinks?
As I’m changing to go out tonight, because apparently Liam was serious about the whole senior prom redo, he comes into my bathroom looking edible as fuck, and I stop mid-shave to rake my gaze over him.
“Maybe we should skip the dancing and just get naked again?”
His lips turn up at one corner, giving me the cockiest, sexiest smile.
“We have a whole lifetime for that. Tonight, we dance.” He closes the door behind him, and I arch my brow. “Down,Cujo. I’m just making sure you’re wearing normal-people clothes tonight and not another suit.”
I laugh as I resume shaving.
“It’s jeans and a button-up that I’ll leave untucked. Does that suit you?” I ask.
“Mmm, does it ever.”
He moves to stand behind me and trails his fingers along the indentations at my hips. They aren’t overly pronounced like his, but I have no complaints about my body type. It obviously works for him.
“You keep that up, and either I’m going to cut myself, or we’re never leaving this cabin,” I tell him seriously.
He bites my neck playfully, and my cock twitches beneath my towel, which of course, he catches.
“You keepthatup, and we definitely aren’t leaving.” I’m about to argue that we should just stay in then, when he kisses my cheek and whispers, “But I really want to take you out, show you off, and dance with you in my arms like I should have that night at senior prom.”
Swoon.
I finish getting ready, spray on cologne, make sure my hair is behaving, slip into my jeans, and true to my word, I leave my button-up untucked. Knowing Liam will keep me on that dance floor for hours despite my lack of rhythm, I go ahead and preemptively roll my shirt sleeves up to my forearms, and then go in search of my…boyfriend.
Turning the corner, I come to a dead stop.
Liam is in black jeans with rips across his thighs. I’m not sure if they would be considered skinny jeans, but they aren’t baggy, and they taper at his ankles. He’s wearing a tight white T-shirt and white tennis shoes. Around his neck is the silver chain I bought him for his eighteenth birthday because he was going through a jewelry phase.
“Fucking hell, Liam,” is all I manage to say before I crash into him, one hand around his back, one across the back of his neck as I kiss him like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do.
He returns my passion, gripping me hard.
I feel his cock hardening along his thigh, and I groan, twisting my hips, rubbing him until my dick perks up as well.
Finally, he pulls away with a smile. “Turning each other on this easily could be problematic,” he teases.
“I beg to differ,” I pant, reaching forward to squeeze him through his jeans, but he catches my hand.
“When we get home,” he says. “Let’s go on our first date.”
I’m about to be out in public, on a date, dancing and grinding against the love of my life for the first time ever. As much as I want to stay home, there’s freedom, fear, and excitement about taking this step, and I want to experience it.
“Let’s go,” I say with a nod, realizing for only the second time in our friendship-turned-dating relationship, I have no idea where we’re going. “Do you have a place in mind?”
