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I pulled down the covers and crawled off the bed, walking towards him. I reached out a hand to stroke one of his feathers before pulling my hand back abruptly.
"Am I allowed to touch them?" I asked.
He looked surprised, and then hopeful.
"Yes of course!" he said quickly, taking a step closer to me to allow me better access.
I brushed my hand against the edge of one of his wings. Up close I could see that there was actually silver threaded throughout the charcoal feathers. They were breathtaking.
Damon shivered as I continued to stroke him.
"Am I hurting you?" I asked.
"No, baby. Let's just say that my wings… are very sensitive," he said with a sly smile.
I blushed, immediately knowing what he meant…But I didn't stop stroking his wing. I was fascinated by it. It made Damon look that much more masculine, like he was a god that had come out of the pages of a mythology book about the creation of the world. Suddenly I wanted him to know how "un-scary" I found him. I wanted him to know just how much I appreciated all he had done for me since we had met, how sweet he had been.
I took a step closer, moving slowly so that Damon could see what I intended to do. He held his breath and watched me, his tongue peeking out and slightly moistening his lush lips as he waited with anticipation to see what I was going to do.
I moved my hands away from his wings and touched his chest. I realized that he hadn't had a shirt on at all since he had come to visit me last night, and I greedily took an opportunity to admire his sculpted chest and abs, running my hands all over them. I looked back up at him and stood on my tippy toes, delicately brushing my lips against his. He took a deep breath in and then pulled back suddenly.
"Are you just kissing me because Mason or Beckham aren't here right now?" he asked, vulnerability leaking out of his words.
"I'm kissing you because I'm falling for you, and I'm so appreciative you are in my life," I answered meaningfully, holding his gaze in the hope that he could see how earnest I was being.
Damon studied my face for a moment.
"I'll take whatever you are willing to give me," he muttered before sweeping me into his arms and kissing me so passionately that I lost my breath.
"I want you to know every part of me," he said after pulling back from the kiss. "I'm going to prove to you that I can be everything you need."
I opened my mouth to object. It wasn't that Damon was lacking, it was that all three of them held a different part of me. One couldn't replace the other. He didn't let me respond however.
"It's your first day of college," he said excitedly. "I know you probably have a million questions for me, but I'm going to go get us coffee from Leslie's while you get ready, and then I'm walking you to class. We can talk about everything else when it isn't your first day of school."
He kissed me again hurriedly, and then left the room, actually using the door this time before I could even get a word out. I touched my lips, now swollen from his attention, and idly wondered if he realized he didn't have a shirt on. There were bound to be heart attacks around campus and the city when people saw. I laughed to myself, feeling so much better than the night before, and excitedly started getting ready for my first day of college.
Chapter 13
Damon was back within thirty minutes, fully dressed in a navy v-neck and ripped jeans, carrying two steaming cups of Leslie's coffee. I was already ready, just finishing brushing my hair out when he knocked on the door. I had chosen denim shorts and a red off the shoulder blouse for my first day. I hoped that it wasn't too casual. I knew that most of the students here were very wealthy, and I could imagine them all in sweater vests or something equally stuffy.
Damon placed the coffees on my desk and walked over to me, reaching out to touch my cheek gently.
"You are so beautiful," he breathed out before kissing me briefly. "Can I just tell you that I'm really glad we are at the kissing stage now," he said with a laugh. "I have been wanting to kiss you since the moment I saw you."
I blushed.
"I'm glad too," I answered affectionately.
He handed me my cup of coffee and looked around my room.
"Are you ready for class? What do you have first?" he asked.
With my free hand, I picked up my backpack that I had put my supplies in the week before, after finalizing my class schedule.
"I have three classes today," I answered. "First up is Art History at 9:00am, then Intro to Psychology at 10:45am, and then I have Statistics at 2:00pm."
"Perfect, we can have lunch together after your 10:45 class," Damon said. "I mean, if you want to have lunch," he said hurriedly, after I raised my eyebrows at him.
