Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (jenna bush book club .TXT) 📖

C H A P T E R 54

Mature Scene Ahead!

 

DAMIEN

 

I didn’t want to lose her. Not after knowing happiness means just her. But everything was proving to be wrong when pin drop silence echoed in the room. My throat dried up, and I felt so nervous that it felt like I was a little boy, anticipating my mother's scolding except I haven’t one worthy enough.

 

She looked at me, her eyes for the first time didn’t give away anything. She was looking so unemotional, staring back at me, that I wanted to close the distance between us and explain to her what I did. Except there wasn’t anything to clarify.

 

She had everything laid out in front of her. My gut wrenched, my throat feeling parched as I spoke, “I did th-“

 

“Did you get any hurt?” My eyes widened as I looked at her, visibly startled by her question.

 

I didn’t expect her to say that after I confessed that I had killed someone. “Huh?”

 

Her eyebrows furrowed, and as her eyes run over my features with scrutiny, she took my hand in her looking for what I didn’t know, injury perhaps. “Are you ok?” Getting out of my surprised self, I nodded at her.

 

“Y-yes, I'm. Are you not… upset with me?” She shook her head, and it felt like such a huge weight lifting down my shoulders.

 

“You killed them?” I nodded at her timidly, looking down, clenching my jaws.

 

I felt her soft fingers over my jaws, as I looked at her. “And why did you do that?”

 

I gulped, the words constricting in my throat. “Because… they didn’t deserve to live, after what they did to so many girls and,” I looked at her, meeting her beautiful emerald eyes, “and you. He lost the chance then and there to live anymore.” My jaws clenched more tightly, waiting to hear her response.

 

“You did right.” She smiled, her features calm and with no hue of malice or hatred towards a murderer. “They deserved that, Damien and I wouldn’t be too forgiving to say that they didn’t. I can’t forgive something like that, and neither I could forgive myself if I showed sympathy towards them. Not only did they wrong me, but also with so many other girls, and they break my heart everything I remember those events and the humiliation we have had to go through.”

 

She sighed, fiddling with her fingers, “I don’t want you to paint your hands with blood for me, Damien. But I also don’t regret wanting them to be killed. They were worse than monsters, dressed in those glossy clothes, and I… I'm glad…” Her eyes filled with unshed tears as she spoke, my heart breaking with that. “I'm glad they’re dead,” she cupped my face, her nose tip turning scarlet.

 

“I will never judge you for what you did, considering it was for me after all… you killed someone for me, Damien and it’s not something small. I have almost lost the hope of ever seeing them suffer but, you did that and for me, you’re never a murderer, but a rescuer, Damien. A savior.”

 

She smiled, and that meant the entire world to me, I didn’t care what others might think of me, but I didn’t regret ever killing me. I hugged her, my chest couldn’t take the amount of happiness I was feeling. It swelled up with love, I didn’t know I could ever feel.

 

She was the fucking sweetest soul ever.

 

“I adore you so much.” And I love you. But I didn’t say that, heaven knows when I wouldn’t be too chicken to profess her. She yawned again and I looked at the clock hanging on the wall above the television. It’s half past one in the morning.

 

“Let's get back to sleep.” She nodded and we walked up the stairs, back to the bedroom. But this time it felt so intimate when we settled on the bed to sleep. The nightly routines, and then sleeping side to side. It felt more than any regular day.

 

••••••

 

DELILAH

I laid on the bed, my mind not shutting down even if sleep had already overpowered but the brain refused to stop. I couldn’t control my heart from falling any deeper, my mind replaying his words and what he did.

 

He killed someone for me. To serve revenge for me. Everything for me. My eyes strained on his back as he was sleeping turning to the other side, I didn’t doubt anymore that he didn’t feel for me anything or I didn’t love him. If I doubt anymore, I would be the biggest fool in the world.

 

My eyes ran over his back, taking in his broad shoulders. I couldn’t stop myself from shifting closer to him, his body radiating heat and comfort. I bit my lips, when I placed my hands over his torso, trying to hug him from the back. I moved closer to him, dipping my head against his back.

 

He didn’t move, which I was anticipating, giving me more courage to run my fingers over him, hugging him tightly. It felt so good and right, but I didn’t even think if he would wake up or not. Until I found him shifting and turning towards me, taking my both wrists in his grip.

 

“What are you trying to do, sweetheart?” His voice was deep, and husky reaching my ears making my heart pound hard, and an uneasy feeling settled in my lower parts.

 

“Nothing,” I whispered, feeling him so close to me. He had moved nearer, his heavy breathing falling over my cheekbones. He grabbed my wrist putting them over my head, staring right back at me, with, hose scorching gazes.

 

“It didn’t look like that.” He smirked, and it looked so sexy on him. I didn’t voice that out.

 

“I… I was just…” he shifted more and was now lying on top of me, even though I couldn’t feel his weight over me. His chest brushed against mine, as he dipped his head lower. My hands are still under his grip.

 

“You're what, Lilah?” My breathing ragged when I felt his nose tip running down my throat, his lips brushing feathering kisses.

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