Page 124 of Tear Me Down
His lips thin into a straight line and then morph into a small smile.
“Maybe.”
I laugh again, throwing my head back just a little. My head continues to shake on its own, as if there’s no part of me that can believe how cute he is.
“You’re such a softy. I’m amazed that anyone is afraid of you.”
“Hey, only you get me like this. No one else makes me this soft and mushy.” He reaches down and kisses me, a gesture so soft and tender but yet has me heating up all over again. While we’ve been just about perfect this past month, having sex is definitely something I’ve missed. We’ve fooled around a little, especially once we were healed, but he’s been so concerned with how I would feel that we haven’t actually fucked. While I appreciate his concern, and know it’s coming from a good place, it’s starting to piss me off. Add feeling like a starved sex-addict to the list of pregnancy symptoms.
“You’re not going to be out too late tonight, right? These hormones are making mereallyhorny, and as sweet as you’ve been, I need you to fucking rail me tonight.” I hear him release a small growl in my ear, and his hand moves from my stomach to my hip, latching on.
“If you’re sure you’re ready. I don’t want to push you,” he says more seriously.
“I am, but the truth is, I didn’t want to push you either.” While he’s cured most of my insecurities over the past few weeks, I still can’t help but be nervous to have sex with him again. I’m not scared to touch him, by any means, but the thoughts of what he’ll think about me creep back in. I know how ridiculous that is, but I just can’t help it. From the thought of him being repulsed because of what happened, and now that I’m only going to get bigger, I can’t help but be self-conscious.
“Little wolf, you know you don’t have to push me into a fucking thing,” he emphasizes, and I can’t help but giggle again, already feeling a little more relieved.
“Okay, good.” I smirk, and he breaks the feature with a bruising kiss, instantly pushing his tongue in to give me the hottest kiss in a month. I respond by moving my hand to his face and pressing my body against him, feeling the bulge of his hardened dick through his jeans. “Maybe I don’t have to start back today.”
He lets out a small chuckle.
“Okay, great. I was really nervous about it, actually.”
I sigh, knowing he’s not talking about fucking. Which isreallydisappointing.
“I wasmostlykidding, Damien. What happened to ‘no more worrying’?”
“I’m always going to worry about my girls,” he says softly, but teasingly, and I can’t help but roll my eyes at him. “I can call Zeke and tell him to go with you.”
I shake my head dramatically, absolutely refusing.
“No, Damien. He’ll kill us both if you put him back on babysitting duty.” I gesture a finger between the two of us, and he chuckles in response, but I see the worry flooding his eyes again. “It’s going to be fine. I'm not working a full shift today, and Emmett will be there all day with me. He even put up a sign saying that my wait times are going to be longer than usual. I'm taking it easy. I promise.”
He nods lightly, reluctantly accepting my independence like he always has, and kisses my forehead again.
“D! Look at this shit!” Carter flies down the stairs, practically jumping over them. His face is red, and yet, he somehow looks clammy and pale, like something spooked him.
“Not now, Carter.” Damien seethes, obviously upset that he ruined the moment, but he hasn’t turned to look at him yet.
“Yes. Now.”
Damien then snaps in his direction, sensing his worry, and the look on his face says exactly what I’m thinking.Shit, this is serious.Damien pulls me along with him, meeting Carter in the living area, and he doesn’t waste a second turning it to the news.
“Breaking News, emergency rooms are overflowing this morning with a mysterious attack. Thousands of people, and climbing, have presented life threatening symptoms such as projectile vomiting, cardiac arrest, and difficulty breathing. Sources say the victims woke up and soon after starting their morning routines, displayed minor symptoms such as headache, dizziness, mild nausea, and shortness of breath—only for these symptoms to quickly escalate. Sixty-two reported dead, with more reports coming in...”
While those symptoms may be questionable to anyone else, they ring loud and clear to us, instantly shooting fear down our spines.
“Ashia, do not drink that God damn smoothie…” Damien warns, thinking what I am. To affect thousands of people at once, a mass attack is the only logical explanation, and with it being so early in the morning, it’s not likely that it’s airborne. When I was poisoned, it was in the alcohol, and while people aren’t drinking this early, there’s one other liquid that everyone touches throughout the day…
“We’re on well water, right?” I ask shakily, needing to make sure.
“Yeah, but I’m not taking any fucking chances, and you're definitely not going back to work.” Damien yanks his phone out of his pocket and immediately starts texting. “Carter, call Adrien and get a message outnow.”
“Already on it,” Carter says as he puts his phone to his ear.
“I just told everyone to check in, grab their families, and head into the Attic. I’m going to start coordinating with disaster relief to see where I can buy water,” he relays back to Carter, and that’s when my phone buzzes in my pocket, making me jump. I pull it out and look down at my phone to see a message from Serena.
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