Page 33 of Dark Tangled Truths
Today is flyingby and dragging at the same time. I want to spend all my time with Damon until he has to leave. It’s barely over twenty-four hours before he heads off to Crowne Mawr.
This opportunity is everything. It’s what he needs for his career. A chance at a D1 school. Not only would it work for him, but it would work for all of us. And his dad would be happy. It could be perfect.
Thursday afternoon has me waiting for rehearsal. And rehearsal has me waiting for the end of rehearsal.
I’m usually able to focus, but today there’s a ticking clock. I haven’t been separated from Damon since I moved in. I haven’t really been alone in that house either. Next week is going to be strange. I’m excited to spend time with Cam and Hawk, but I’m so used to having Damon at night.
As soon as rehearsal ends, I can go home to him.
Crawl into bed with my men and have them take me to another plane of existence. Because I need them, and it’s all I can think about. It’s consuming my mind. But it wouldn’t matter if I rushed home, because the guys have hockey. That keeps Damon as busy as rehearsal keeps me.
We just collide at night. He watches me study, brings me food, makes me shower with him, fucks me so deliciously good that I sleep like the dead. It’s hard to imagine not sleeping with him in our bed.
I always slept on my own until I moved in with him, and now I’m not sure how I’ll sleep without him. No warm body dragging me into dreamland. No arms holding me tight, protecting me from everything, keeping me safe.
Hopefully Cam, Hawk, and I can work out a schedule so I’m not really alone any night. I’ve gotten greedy. I can’t help it. It’s not my fault they spoiled me.
Besides, I’ve seen the envious looks of the girls around school. They want my men just as much as I do. It would be in bad taste if I didn’t enjoy what I had and what those girls can’t have. I’m going to hold on to it and refuse to let go.
I stretch my hand. The wounds are scabbed over, and it’s probably okay to not bandage it every day, but Damon takes the time each morning and night to make sure I’m taken care of. And even though I don’t need it, I love every second of it.
Being taken care of is a novelty that hasn’t gotten old. Neither has being manhandled or fucked.
“EvanAnn.” Keira clears her throat, and I look up from where I was supposedly taking notes. Or more like daydreaming about how much I want to be with my guys. I’m hopeless.
“Yes?” I straighten and try to focus. This isn’t like me. I’m usually able to push everything into the background and focus on what’s important.
Keira raises an eyebrow, and I glance down at my phone where I was typing notes. There’s not much there. “Is it okay if I call a break?”
I glance at the clock and wince. I should have called a break ten minutes ago. “Yes, please.”
She nods and turns to the cast. “Quick break. We’re almost done for the night. Just another hour to go.”
There’s a couple of groans as everyone filters out of the little room. We’ve been at this for weeks. Earlier it was a thrill to be in here, but when you spend most of the afternoon in these rooms and then after school, eventually you want to be somewhere not so... black.
Keira sits next to me. “So, what’s got you distracted?”
I blow out a breath. “Damon leaves for Crowne Mawr tomorrow, so tonight is our last night.”
Keira smirks. “You know most couples don’t get to sleep together every night until college.”
I lean back in my chair and glance around the room. There are a few backstage people on the set resetting things. I should really tell them to take their break. Mia comes back in and joins us at our table.
“So, one of your men is abandoning you.” Mia smiles and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. “I guess the others will have to pick up the slack.”
The heat in my cheeks is almost unbearable. I put my face in my hands as Keira and Mia chuckle.
“Maybe it’s time to have a girl’s night,” Keira offers. “We could watch movies, eat pizza, wear sweats, and complain about boys.”
Mia lights up. “Oh my god, I haven’t done anything like that since middle school.”
“I’ve never done anything like that,” I admit.
“Then it’s a date.” Keira sits up straight with a pleased smile. “Or at least something we can schedule. I’m sure you both have things to do this weekend.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re not allowed to call boysthings.” Mia grins at Keira. “I’m all for objectifying them, butthingsis a little harsh.”
I shake my head, but can’t help the smile on my face. This is what I’ve been missing all these years. The love from the guys is good, but having friends is something I thought I might never have.
