💋LIBIA (Find my confidence)💋
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Chapter Eighteen.
They drove for a while, and Libia couldn’t ha-rd ly look at him, in embarras-sment for what she had said. She hadn’t meant to say it, it just kind of blurted out. He didn’t say anything either, but his smile was more than enough of an indicator that he’d heard and aknowledged what she said.
When the car pu-ll-ed to a st©p, Libia looked out the window and couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
“We’re having a d@t£ in the park?” She asked, quirking a brow.
“Yeah, so?”
“So,” She gestured to her coat, “It’s cold out!”
“That’s why you stick close to me, Baby, I’ll warm you right up.”
Her cheeks warmed at the name, and she narrowed her eyes at him, “So this is all just an elaborate plan to make me hvg you?”
He laughed. “Not exactly. Now come on.”
He shut the car off, unbuckling his seatbelt, and watching as she reluctantly did the same.
“What, you don’t want to?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.
“I’m warm right now. The prospect of cold doesn’t exactly make me happy,” She told him as she opened the door.
He let out a laugh that echoed down the street as he stepped out of the car, and she couldn’t help the brief smile that pu-ll-ed at herl-ips at the sound. She’d never heard him laugh or seen him smile as much as he had in the past few hours.
He met her at the sidewalk, pu-lling her in close to his side when she shivered. He pu-ll-ed the hood of his jacket over her head, and she felt swallowed up, as she couldn’t see past the piece of clothing in her eyes.
“You’re too tall,” She complained, “And built.”
He laughed again as they walked into the park, his arm dR@p£d around her shoulders as she held onto his shi-t with her sleeve-covered hand.
“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
“It’s not,” She murmured, her voice soft and non-believable. Despite the cold, she was enjoying herself.
She, once again, marveled at the fact that no man had ever been this close to her. She could feel his pulse, even from her hand’s position over his stomach, and his warmth seeped throu-gh the jacket she wore and into her b©dy. No man had ever even come close to k!ss!ngher as he’d done so many times before. To holding her like he’d done in his be-d. He’d said to her words that she’d never imagined any man would ever say. It didn’t seem real. Perhaps she was dreaming. She peeked up from her hood to look at his face, and he was watching the sidewalk in front of him, shoulders relaxed, eyes soft and casual un-der his golden hair that she’d managed to mess up while pla-ying with it, a small smile never leaving his chiseled face. How could she dream up something like that?
“Damon,” She murmured after a moment, eyes staring at the ground that they walked. The moonlight managed to cast criss-crossing shadows over them from the slee-ping trees. It was peaceful.
“Hm?” He asked, as if coming out of de-ep thought.
“I love you.”
un-der her hand, she felt his pulse stutter.
“You have no idea how good that sounds, coming from yourl-ips.”
She ducked her head, glad for the hood that covered her face, as it was most likely cherry red at that moment.
“I’m not sure you should know,” He continued on, oblivious to her shyness. “What would happen if you realized just how much power those words had over me? It might turn out as my parents said – you could influince me any way you choose…all you had to say was those words.”
She looked up as his joking tone turned serious, and met his eyes. He really meant it. He meant every word.
“Do you really love me that much?” She found herself asking, her voice slightly disbelieving.
He let out a snort, his arm ti-ght£ñing around her. “Believe me Baby, I’d love to tell you that I’d say no to you if you asked me to kill someone – or even myself, for that matter – but the fact is…I wouldn’t. I’d do it in a heartbeat.”
She swallowed thickly. “So if I ever say “Can I plea-se kill Jackson?”, I’d basically be s£ntencing him to death?”
“If he did something to warrant it, yes, probably,” Damon said, eyebrows furrowing as he looked out at the dark field in front of them.
She couldn’t help it, she felt it bubble up before she could st©p it, and it escaped without cons£nt – her laugh made his footsteps falter.
“What?” He asked as she kept on giggling, “You find my undying devotion funny?” Now that she was actually looking at him, she could see that his cheeks were bright red, and she pressed her palm to herl-ips, as more giggles escaped.
“I-I’m sorry but…you’re just so cute!”
Now she was embarras-sed, pu-lling her hood over her face as she tried to stifle her giggles. But after a second of silence, she heard a gr0@nfrom his direction, and he wra-pped an arm around her w@!st as the other hand pu-ll-ed her face up from the hood. He leaned down just in time to catch herl-ips with his, and she was caught in surprise for a moment. But she responded just as he knew she would, relaxing in his grasp and letting him de-epen the k!ss.
When he pu-ll-ed back, he glowered at her, settling his forehead against hers. “You can’t throw something like that on me and then hide your face. Your smile is way too precious.”
Now her cheeks were burning, as she looked away from him. How could she respond to that?
With a laugh, he pu-ll-ed her close and then led her over to a nearby bench, settling them down. After a moment, he let out a sigh, and held her closer to him. She pu-ll-ed up and folded her legs to rest on the bench, as she leaned her weight into his side and cu-mddled close to him. He smiled. He loved it when she did that.
But then, as he watched her close her eyes with a tiny smile, his own faded slightly.
“You’re still scared, right?”
Slowly, Libia opened her eyes, lifting them to his. He was serious now, although the remnents of his smiling face was still fading. She could see that he didn’t want an as-suring lie.
She swallowed, closing her eyes again as she buried the side of her face into his che-st.
“I…I can’t help it.”
He knew that. She had every right to be scared. He was too. He knew how vile a relationsh!pcould be between two people – how vile a relationsh!pcould suddenly get. But now that he was older, he realized that there were always subtle signs that he was too naive to notice in his parents at the time. When one said something wrong, the other would make remarks, degrading each other instead of simply, politely correcting them. When something happened with work, or life in general, they would always shut themselves off to each other – they never communicated. He didn’t know how her parents were, but he knew that his and Libia’s relationsh!pwasn’t like his.
“I can’t say what will happen, because I don’t know,” He began in a low tone, listening to his own heartbeat pounding at her t©uçh. “But I can say that right now, right here, I have absolutely no intention of ever leaving you, and there’s no mistaking that feeling. I won’t give up on you, Libia. This feeling will not fade.”
She lifted her head to look at him, and he met her eyes with so much determination and conviction, that she had no choice but to believe him. Perhaps she was being reckless, and perhaps she’d regret ever meeting him one day, but as it stood at that moment, she loved him so fiercely, her heart couldn’t stand it – it wanted to bur-st from her che-st, with how much it ached for the man in front of her eyes.
“I love you,” She told him with a soft urgency in her voice that he couldn’t ignore, “Damon, I’m so in love with you.”
The words wouldn’t st©p coming, as she sat up and leaned forward, pressing herl-ips to his briefly, before letting the words sl!pout again. It was as if she was trying to relieve the pressure on her heart by spilling it out throu-gh her mouth – all of the feelings that had compiled there. With every k!ssshe confessed her love, and he accepted them one after the other, wra-pping his arms ti-ghtly around her w@!st.
“God, Damon,” She said once again, her voice breathless, “I can’t…I love you…I can’t breathe I love you so much.”
He sli-pped his hands into her hair, his heart filling to bur-st as she reapeated those words over and over, and as much as he loved hearing them, he couldn’t control himself. He pu-ll-ed her close and pressed hisl-ips firmly to hers, k!ss!ngher with a fire that he didn’t know he posessed. He shifted closer to her, his ton-gue sli-pping between hisl-ips and running along her bo-ttomone. She’d never felt such a strange s-en-sation before – his warm, we-t ton-gue persuading herl-ips open, sli-pping inside as he began an exploration of her mouth. She couldn’t breathe again, but she loved the feeling. His slightly cold hand sli-pped un-der her shi-t, holding her w@!st in a more inti-mate way, and she felt shivers wrack her spine.
She had died and gone to heaven, she was convinced, and she never wanted to be revived.
But the cold harsh reality of life had to rear it’s ugly head, as they both nee-ded air. She hated the nee-d for oxygen in that moment, cursing it and it’s untimely inturruption.
They sat for a long time on that bench, the two of them catching their breath as they stayed close together, no longer nee-ding the warmth of each other, as they were both burning with heat alre-ady.
But as they calmed down, Libia looked up at the moon, and remembered that she had a family that, if they discovered her gone, would be angry if they found her gone. She didn’t want to stay out too long, but she also wanted to stay out for eternity, if only it were with Damon. She felt a small smile pu-ll at her swollenl-ips. She truly was hopeless.
“I should probably go home,” She whispered, curling her knees up as she reached up to pl@ywith his hair.
He closed his eyes and let her run her f!ngersthrou-gh his crazy mane, before murmuring a half-hearted,
“Mn.”
She let out a laugh, and then a sigh. “My thoughts exactly.”
He laughed, a little breathily, as he peeked an eye open to look at her. Her hair was a mess where he’d gr!pp£dit somewhere between k!ss!ngher s-en-seless and pla-ying with the small of her back with his other hand. He reached up to smooth it out, and then let out a gro-an .
“Do you have to?”
The look on his face was pleading, and she couldn’t help stare. He looked like an incredibly handsome puppy in that moment, and suddenly telling him that she had to go home was impossible. She really, really was hopeless. She smiled, and shook her head. “No.”
“Really?” He murmured, leaning hisl-ips down to the t©p of her head as he closed his eyes.
“What else do you want to do, though?” She asked, her voice soft.
He let out a sigh that warmed her head briefly, before murmuring, “This late, the only place open would be Mc. Donalds, and a Starbucks. What do you think?”
“Starbucks it is,” She said, cudd-ling into him as a breeze ran throu-gh the park.
“Got it,” He said, pu-lling her with him to stand.
They strolled back to the car, Libia cu-mddled close un-der his arm as her nose stung slightly from the cold. She knew that he probably had a smug smile on his face, as she was doing just as he planned in the beginning by bringing her out to the park. She rolled her eyes, but held onto his shi-t ti-ghtly. When they reached the car, he pu-ll-ed the door open for her, and she jumped in. She couldn’t help but stare at his face as he pas-sed by the front of the car to the drivers side.
His nose was slightly arched forward, only slightly, with eyebrows she could only describe as a man’s. His fulll-ips were pu-ll-ed into a tiny smile. The curve of his jaw made her want to trace the perfectly chiseled edges, and his eyes in the darkness were soft. He looked more relaxed then she had ever seen him, and she was tra-pped by that peacefulness.
He settled down in the seat next to her with a sigh, reaching over to start the car up. He paused as it purred to life, turning his eyes to hers.
“You know what? Let’s go somewhere.”
Her heart studdered in her che-st as she felt bu-tterflies take flight in her stomach. She invisioned them driving off together on a road trip or running away to paris or something stupid like that. But quic-kly, she pushed those thoughts away, knowing he meant something else, and murmured,
“I thought we were?”
He smiled. “I want to be alone with you. I’ve got a good place, don’t worry.”
She didn’t answer, so he took her silence as cons£nt, and pu-ll-ed off. They drove down a familiar sti-p of road, and she felt a smile pu-ll at herl-ips as he pu-ll-ed into their school parking lot.
“This is where we’re going?”
“Yes, but we’re not leaving the car,” He replied, ignoring her inquisitive stare as he pu-ll-ed all the way into the middle of the lot and switched the car to battery. In the soft glow of the dash lights, he looked over at her, and found that the lighting really complimented her eyes. They shined in the dark, and he felt the nee-d to hold her suddenly.
Refraining, he reached up and pu-ll-ed the sunroof open.
“Lean your chair back,” He murmured, following right after she did. He sat back and looked expectantly up at the dark sky, but frowned. Libia giggled.
“We’re in the middle of the city, Damon. You can’t see many stars out here,” She reminded gently.
He wrinkled his brows, before letting out a sigh, “Well then, we’ll just have to go somewhere where there aren’t any stars.”
“What?” She asked, as he lifted his seat back up and reached over to start the car up again.
“You heard me. Lift your seat up and buckle up,” He ordered, shooting her a grin.
“We’re going for a little road trip.”
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Omigosh can I have a Damon?
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Tbc