Page 27 of Chula
“For you, I would.”
“Why?”
“Because I see more in you, Luna. You have a lot of potential, and I can see that.” No one has ever said that to me before. And before I can overthink it or stop myself, I climb up and straddle his lap, grabbing his face in my hands and kissing him. Damion doesn’t stop me either. Maybe it’s wrong. Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this.
His hands wrap around my waist and pull me in closer as he takes over the kiss, and I let him. The kiss turns feral, and that’s something I crave. He kisses me like a man on a mission, and I let him. I don't know why I let him. He feels … right. No, it feels wrong. It doesn’t feel like Marco, and for some reason, that isn’t right, but we’re not together.
He breaks the kiss and studies my face for a long second before smiling at me.
“I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do, baby girl.” My chest constricts once more. How are he and Marco so different? And how can I want them both? I’m so confused, but I don’t stophim when he reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. His eyes move over my chest and down before his brows furrow and his fingers come up to trace the scars on my stomach.
“What are these from?”
“This,” I reply, showing him the tattoo on my arm. He looks up at it and shakes his head.
“So you’re in a crew back home? I remember you saying that.”
“Yeah. Not by choice,” I tell him, and then proceed to tell him the story I told Marco.
“Fuck, baby girl. That’s no life. Do you think he’s going to come looking for you?” I nod.
“At some point, yeah. He’s ruthless, and he doesn’t care who he has to hurt to have me.”
“And you don’t want him?”
“Hell no. I’d rather die than go back there, Damion. There’s no way I can ever go back to that,” I admit to him.
“You should cover this up,” he says, nodding toward the tattoo on my arm.
“And the scars?”
“No. Those should stay. They will remind you every single day you won. You moved on, you went further, and you no longer live that life.”
“But I do.”
“For now, baby girl. For now.” Damion passes me my shirt back, but I shake my head. I don’t want him to stop just because he heard my story.
“Sit over there a minute,” he says, nodding to the couch next to us. I climb off his lap, and he stands, pulling his shirt over his head and turning his back to me. I can see his strong muscles flex as he moves, and I’m in awe of him, but it’s the scars I see on his back that pull me closer. I reach out and run my fingers over them, watching him suck in a breath.
“What are they from?”
“I was crew once, I told you that. I was stabbed six times by a rival. They wanted me dead. They thought I was, but I lived.” Now he turns back to me, and I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck.
“You won.”
“Yeah. I won. I did what I had to do to get where I am today. I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t beg and steal because I did. But in the end, I paid it all back, and here I am.” I bite my lip and watch him.
“And you think I can do that?”
“I’m offering you a chance to do it, baby girl,” he says before taking my lips with his once more.
“And you’re sure about all this?”
“Yeah. I am. I’ve helped others, Luna. I’ll help you, too,” he says. Inod my head and smile.
“Okay. Okay, I’ll do it.”
“That’s my girl!” Before he has the chance to say anything else, I’m on him. I’m kissing him, climbing him, clinging to him. I don’t know what I’m doing right now. But then again, it’s not like Marco and I are exclusive. I’m sure he’s been with other girls since I’ve been around.
