Just because your blood flow stops does not mean you are dead.

Just because you stop breathing does not mean you are dead.

Just because the world had stopped does not mean it's the end.

In fact, the flow of blood stopped, I forgot how to breathe and in that exact moment, I never felt more alive.

I have kissed and touched a fair amount of guys but all of them were a constant reminder of how I was burying my lifeless body under meaningless sex and nothing but lust. Maybe, it's because my heart had been taken away from someone else. No, not 'maybe' he actually did. Damien did take my heart when he left and for three horrible years I was left without one but when his lips touched against mine, the little bites that catch me off guard and the way his tongue slides into my mouth claiming the dominance just felt like he put my heart back in place. When we pulled away it didn't take seconds to make me feel empty again but what was more superior than that was how alive I felt.

I have read many romantics and I could consider myself a hopeless romantic too. I'm a big believer in romanticism but I never had hope about it. I would read love stories about non-existent people and think 'good for them,' because deep down I knew the bitter truth. Real-life does not have happily ever afters and I learnt that the hard way. For these seventeen years of life, I knew that my happily ever after ended the day my innocence was taken away from me. I was so hell-bent on the fact that I was broken forever that I did nothing to fix it. I left my wounds open and by the time those wounds infected my whole body.

His arms are wrapped around me telling me that he always got me but, they tell something else. The way he holds makes me feel like he inserted that hope I lost. It's like he's slowly covering up my wounds.

We had stayed in each other hold for hours I could say. It was complete silence but yet so loud. Constantly he plants kisses on my head and that's when I knew I wasn't dreaming. And, at this exact moment, I feel like my happily ever after did not end. In fact, it just started.

"What's going on in your pretty little mind?" Damien mumbled above my head.

"You never told me how the polaroid connected the story?" I asked looking up at him.

"That polaroid was the only reason that kept me going after I left"

"Why did you have to leave and fuck everything up?"

"Trust me Rhea leaving to my father was the biggest mistake I did in my entire life. I was dumbfoundedly hoping that meeting my father and knowing him would fix everything, that I could've been a better person for you and my mother. So, I left in hopes to be fixed but he sent me back way more broken than before. He played a part in giving birth to a complete fucking war and left. At least, I got to know whose qualities I conquered"

"Hope doesn't lead you to shit Damien". He looks at me and shakes his head disapprovingly.

"Wrong. Hope led me to you". The first time after we kissed I look into his eyes. It held so much life and clarity. How can a soul like his be at war? Damien is the literal definition of peace. He dips his head down kissing me. I sit straight, getting closer deepening our kiss. His lips moved along with mine like a melody. Damien's hands moved from my waist to my ass grabbing it and I let out a small gasp. This man never fails to surprise me. He places one of his hands on the crook of my neck and our tongues fighting for dominance. And, this is where it gets dirty. He brings up the hand that was on my ass to the inside of his hoodie. Damien's warm hand strokes up and down through my bare spine. I felt his erection through his pants against my wet soaked pussy. I grind against him. Holding back moans so I won't break our kiss is no easy task but I couldn't hold it back in when he brings his hand to grab my boob, twisting my hard nipple in between his thumb and index finger. "fuck Damien" I moaned throwing my head back.

"You are not wearing a bra," he said massaging my boob while his other hand gripped my ass.

"Us girls need to breath once in a while," I say trying to get control of my breath. God, I never felt so horny or needy. Fuck, I needed him inside me.

"Dry fucking isn't enough for you I see," he said looking at my lustful eyes. I nod in agreement and he placed his lips on my jaw to the crook of my neck sucking and biting. My pussy clenched on the feeling of his growing erection. Damien smirked knowing how wet I am.

"Well, forgive me, love. You are not getting my cock inside of your cunt just yet. I'm gonna wait till you are fucking desperate for me" he whispered against my mouth. Fuck, that mouth of his.

"Don't think that I don't know how hard you are for me?" I said in a sexual whisper.

"I'll handle my problem and I would love to see how you handle yours," he said and I was taken back. "... when we get home" he smiled and lifted me off his lap.

The drive back to his house was calm and quiet. Every time I erratically look at him I find him already staring at me.

"Eyes on the road, Damien" he smirked looking at the road and turned the radio up. I heard the lyrics of a Chase Atlantic song and I turned it off. I am horny and there is a dirty-mouthed hottie right next to me and to top it all of listening to Chase Atlantic would not help me avoid the urge to fuck the hell out of him.

"Why'd you turn it off?"

"Shut your mouth and just drive" he let out a laugh knowing exactly what he's doing to me and speed the car. His black Mercedes-Benz gives out a roar while speeding the car, building a euphoric feeling in me.

We got home and walked in. I stop in my tracks when I saw Emma furiously looking at me from the living area.

"Emma?"

"Why the freaking hell did you not answer my calls?" she yelled walking towards me.

"I'm gonna go have a shower" Damien whispered to my ear and planted a kiss on my cheek. I watch as he walks up the stairs with a stupid smile on my face. I turned to look at Emma and she looked like she just saw madonna.

"Holy shitting cupcakes!"

"Oh just piss off," I tell and walked towards the couch.

"How'd you know I was here?" I asked as she sat next to me.

"I called you twenty-three times, sent you fifty-six or seven messages and a freaking email! you didn't answer so I went to your house and no offence but your mother was a total asswipe and slammed the door in my face" she said in one breath.

"None taken" I muttered.

"Then I threw rocks at your window and trust me I was gonna climb up to your balcony but me being a stupid cookie is wearing a tight dress. So, I used my nincompoop and called Jason. Tada!" I let out a laugh at her word for 'brain'.

"And, you did that all for?"

"I'm sorry. I really am. I totally acted as a pmsing fräulein and I shouldn't have to be that way especially when you to-" my loud laugh cut her off.

"Em, please not the fancy words," I tell trying to control my laughter.

"Shush your mouth I was trying to be creative," she said with a pout. I went closer and hugged her. "you are too cute for me to be mad at you Em" I mumbled pulling away.

"I know. You took way too long and I missed my girlfriend"

"I missed you too," I tell giving her a small smile. Emma lets out a loud breath and lied down on the couch making herself comfortable.

"Sooooo?" she dragged, wriggling her eyebrows. Oh, God.

"So what?" I tell, crossing my legs.

"Hun, please your boyfriend Damien. Who else?"

"Fuck No! not a boyfriend. To tell the truth I don't know what we are and I don't even wanna know"

"Hmm, so friends huh?"

"Yup. Always have been" I said nodding.

"Bitch! please yall are far away from friends" Jason said out of the blue and squeezed in between me and Emma on the couch.

"Please, go wear a shirt," Emma said.

"Excuse me! this is my house I wear wha-"

"I'm back bitches!" a loud voice followed in cutting him off.

"Not her" Jason muttered under his breath. I turned around to see Jennifer walking in.

"Jennifer. What are you doing here?" Damien asked walking down the stairs with his black hair still wet and wearing a black t-shirt along with grey sweatpants. Oh, for fucks sake can I lock him up and never let this guy out? I almost drool at this sight and he caught me staring with a smirk on his face.

"What! Do I have to ask permission now?" she said.

"Jennifer?" I tell standing up from the couch.

"Yup"

"Can I talk to you in private for a moment?" I tell with a smile and looked at Damien. My smile dropped as we entered the kitchen.

"I don't sugar coat shit so what's your business with Damien?" I ask.

"First of all, you have no fucking right to talk to me like that"

"I think I have the right to talk to anyone the way I want to"

"For fucks sake you have a bitchy ass mouth". I let out a humourless laugh.

"Girl, I have a whole personality". Bitches don't know who she messing with.

"You are jealous of me aren't you?" straight to the point. Love it.

"Oh hell yes I am," I tell calmly.

"And you are not even embarrassed about it?" alright she's pressing my buttons now.

"I have enough shit to be embarrassed about than this," I tell the truth because this is the last of my problems but I would like to solve the easier ones first.

"If that's the case... I'd rather fuck you than him" I was taken back by surprise and relief so much of relief. "Don't worry I'm not gonna get into your pants. To be honest I'm Bi but I like boys more and Damien... I find him hot and sexy but no thanks!" she said with a smile and I couldn't help but smile too.

"Now, since Damien is off the table I still think you are a legend," she said sitting on the counter.

"Ha. I don't make the very best first impression"

"Bitch! please I don't care about that. Plus, it's kinda hard to find people like you" she said with a grin.

"Yeah, well I get that a lot"

"Wanna know something? Damien likes you so much because once we got drunk and he wouldn't shut up talking about you"

"It's hard to find a boy who'll still be loyal even when they are drunk," she said getting down from the counter.

"Speaking from experience?"

"Horrible experience". We walked back to the living area and I saw Damien sitting on the single sofa scrolling in his phone. I leaned against the wall and admired his beauty.

"I think it's high time for yall to go home," he said staring right at me.

"Why are you so eager to kick us out?" Jennifer asked sitting down.

"And, this is my house too," Jason said. "Kira said okay," Damied told him and he jumped to his feet.

"You are not lying?"

"who's Kira" Jennifer asked. "she's the hot as fuck blondie," Jason said smirking at her.

"You've got a horrible taste in women. I could pull way better than you" she scoffed.

"Shut your bitch ass mouth up" I let them quarrel and walked up to Emma scrolling through her feed.

"Hey, Em can you do me a favour?"

"yeah sure. what is it?"

"I want you to go to my house. I'll tell you where the spare key is but if my mother is home don't go in okay. Can you please get some of my clothes, my phone will be there too and my school books?"

"Yeah okay. But why can't I go if she's home?" How can I tell her? It is way too embarrassing and I have always avoided Emma encountering my mother's drunk state.

"She might be drunk and if so please don't go," I tell because I wouldn't know what kind of state my mother would be in.

"Okay I'll get your stuff tomorrow," she said with a smile and stood up. "thank you," I tell and hugged her.

"I'm gonna go and let you have your little fun," she said teasingly walking towards the door.

"Get out. now" I said smiling she gave me a wink and walked into her car. And, when I turned around Jason and Jennifer was running to the door still yelling profanities at each other. I felt something that I thought I'd never feel again. I was thankful and glad for having people to call my friends.

I walked to the living room to see Damien was in the kitchen instead of here.

"Hey, I'm tired so gonna go to, sleep," I tell walking near the counter.

"No dinner? and It's still eight-thirty"

"Um, no. I'm not hungry" I tell and turned around to walk away until he grabbed my wrist turning me around and pinning me to the wall. "How can you not be hungry when you didn't eat anything for the day?" he asked, caging me in between his arms. I leaned in to kiss him but he pulled away "Answer me, Lia" How the fuck am I gonna answer that when I don't even know why I don't have an appetite.

"I don't know and you are not gonna force me to eat," I said sounding a bit pissed.

"I won't force you to do anything but you leave me no choice" he pulls away and lifts me to the counter.

"I don't know shit about cooking but I do know how to make my way through strawberries," he said taking out strawberries, whipping cream and maple syrup.

"Tell me why you are not hungry?" he asked washing the strawberries.

"I'm never hungry," I tell honestly.

"When was the last time you had a proper meal?" Fuck.

"Hm. I thought so. Looks like strawberries aren't enough. We are ordering pizza"

"Noo you can not force me to eat. You know my father always told me to never force myself to eat if I cant" I tell the same excuse I always tell.

"well too bad I'm not your father" he smiled at me and dialled his phone. Me and food were never best friends. My mother would force me to eat since I was small and my father was the rescuer he told me to never force myself to eat but while he was telling those words he was slowly feeding me and I didn't even know it. My parents might've hated me but they never wanted me hungry or any of their children in that case. After all, I did have a life where everything was just rainbows and unicorns but when we grow up and see the real world we will know the pure cruelty of it.

He kept his phone away and came in between my legs. He brings his hands to my waist pulling me closer. "I guess counters have been working for our favour these days" he whispered before kissing me. And I got to admit they do have. Damien's hands move under the hoodie and I lock my legs around his waist. He pulls away and brings up a strawberry to my mouth and tucked my hair behind my ear. He trails kisses from the back of my ear down through the crook of my neck.

He slowly brings up the hoodie removing it revealing my naked chest. "Fucking beautiful" he whispered to my ear. His hand grabbed my boob and I let out a moan in pleasure. Damien pulled away after he trailed kisses down to my nipple. He took the maple syrup bottle and squeezed its liquid on my chest. "What if lily comes home? Because I seriously don't want he-"

"No ones coming home," he said and slammed his lips against mine. Kissing me roughly with hunger. Damien brings his head down licking my chest and my boobs cleaning off the maple syrup.

"Just fuck me, Damien," I said gripping the ends of his hair.

"No. And that's your punishment for not eating" oh for fucks sake. He twirls his fingers on the thread hanging from the shorts and looking at me teasingly. We just stare at each other and I get lost in his eyes but I was taken back to reality when he slowly brings his hand down to my pussy.

"You are cumming all over my shorts, love" he whispered.

"Wouldnt have being a problem if you just lick it out" he lifts his head and looked at me with utter shock. Don't look at me like that I am shocked that I said that too.

"Fuck, you are dirtier than I thought you were," he said with an amused smile. He slides two of his fingers into my core and his thumb drawing circles on my clit. I threw my head back in pleasure as I felt an orgasm already building. He pushes his fingers in and out and he enters a third one, all while his eyes trained on me. "So fucking tight" he muttered. I took control of my panting and brought my head to his neck. Kissing and sucking roughly. Damien lets out a moan when I bit his neck as he fastened the pace of his fingers moving inside my core. I was so close to my orgasm and he takes his fingers out not letting me reach the orgasm.

"Why the fuck would you do that?" I asked looking at him.

"Pizza's here" He smirked and put three of his fingers covered in my cum into his mouth, licking it off.

A/N - STEAMY EH?

ANYWAYS, SO DANIEL SHARMAN IS HOT.

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