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Chapter Eight

Alice

Damon and I are staring at the cabin, somehow out of words. After a stroll around the ‘neighbourhood’ which was intentionally for me to learn more about his pack, things just started to take an unexpected turn. There was no awkward conversation between us but the intensity and the butterflies that were emerging in my stomach, it couldn’t get any worse.

So, here we are—in his car, staring at the front door of the cabin where my friends are inside.

Don’t forget to mention that Juliet’s car is parked behind us with one of the pack members, probably waiting in boredom. Damon asked for his help to drive the car back to the cabin because he wanted me to be in the car with him, so we could talk more but we haven’t been saying a word.

If I didn’t drive to meet him that night, I wouldn’t have been kidnapped. Facts.

“It was really nice of you,” I speak, breaking the silence.

“Why is that?” He asks.

“To have your friend help me out by driving the car back,” I respond before turning to look at him, seeing him glancing down at my lips as I speak. “I could’ve driven it back myself but still, thank you. I appreciate it,”

He nods, smiling. “I just want to talk to you,”

“Well, we didn’t exactly say a single word ever since we left.”

“I know,” A hint of regret in his voice, “I would like to apologise for that.”

“What? No, don’t do that.” I turn to face him which catches him off guard as I shake my head, “Don’t say that you’re sorry. Don’t apologise,”

“Why? I feel really bad for not saying anything since we left,”

“You know what, Damon? You’re right, you really weren’t born in this century.” I respond, earning a light chuckle from him. “You apologise even when you shouldn’t, you respect our boundaries and you really focus on whatever I’m saying. You don’t even realise that you’re doing a lot for someone you barely know,”

"You're not just anybody,"

I raise an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

Both of his eyes are staring at the cabin as he speaks, "Your friends are actually behind the door. They've been there ever since we got here,"

I follow his gaze, knowing well enough I can barely see a glimpse of their figures. If a normal person, an actual human being, says that to me—I would flip the hell out. I would run for my deal life because I know well enough that person is insane but it came from Damon, a werewolf, a mythical creature.

"You can see through objects?" I ask, earning a light chuckle from him.

"Do I look like I'm one of The Avengers?"

We both laugh, a warm tingly feeling in our chests.

"No, not at all. I think you're far more mysterious. You're a beautiful creature,"

His eyes pierce into mine, a tint of yellow disappears as soon as it came. "Beautiful?"

"Yeah, beautiful. I don't know how to explain it,"

In fact, I don't know how to put it in words or the words just simply can't leave my mouth. Damon is a beautiful creature because he appears superior. He stands tall, in his attractive demeanor, knowing his well capability of strength. The ways his body shifts into a different creature, it's as if he is a werewolf in disguise. The soft fur appearing on his skin, diminishing any existence of his actual body hair. There's just something intriguing, he makes me feel mesmerised.

He smiles, looking away.

"So, how do you know they're behind that door?"

"Call it a sixth sense,"

"You sense them there?"

"I hear them,"

"What are they saying?"

"They're betting on whether we would kiss or not."

I stop dead, feeling my soul has somehow left my body.

"That must be Juliet."

He chuckles, "You know them so well."

"They're all I have. I love them to death,"

"It must be nice. You have wonderful friends and they have you,"

"Yeah, and they have me."

Damon seems to be slightly confused by my sudden change in tone, "Something the matter with having you as a friend? I can only imagine that it's very nice,"

"I don't know. Sometimes, I just feel like I'm 'just there' and not really . . . or actually there." I respond, in which he takes a few seconds to process. "For example, if I'm not there, it wouldn't matter as much. So, it wouldn't make much of a difference."

"Alice, I'm pretty sure that's not true." He frowns.

"Yeah, yeah, probably. It's all in my head though," I gaze down at my fingers, fidgeting.

"Why do you feel that way?"

"I'm so good at being alone. It feels weird to be loved by others,"

"I've known you for only a day and I can tell you're loved my many."

The words that slipped right out of his mouth causes me to smile, knowing well enough how it makes me feel warm. Damon seems to know what to say and when to say it, making me feel appreciated.

"You're being so nice to me!" I laugh.

"I don't see why I should not be,"

"Tell me, are my friends still behind that door?"

Damon glances at the door for a few seconds before turning to look back at me, his eyes piercing directly into my own. When there isn't a tint of yellow, they appear warm and homey. The brown, for some, might appear dull and dark but for me, they appear light and full of life. Maybe, it's by the way he is staring at me.

"They are." He replies, "Still with the same question,"

"Whether we're going to kiss or not?"

"Yeah, that's it."

Damon continues to look at me with a smile plastered on his face. It takes all the strength in me not to slowly place a hand on the side of his face and lean forward for a kiss—knowing well how much I missed his lips on mine. As I remember them, they were soft and luscious. The way he kissed me was giving me sparks all over my body, making me feel the burning electricity.

A good burning. A good spark.

It was magical.

It takes me awhile to realise that I'm already leaning forward, ignoring the rational thoughts in my head. All I can think of is his lips, his hands all over me and his warm breath hitting my skin. It's as if I'm being pushed by someone or something, persuading me to meet his lips.

"Alice . . ." He mutters under his breath, glancing down at my lips as we are inches apart.

"Mmhm?"

I am taken by surprise as soon as he cups onto my face, pulling me in for a deep kiss. Our lips meet in an instant and the overflowing sparks reappear, making me realise how I wasn't losing my mind before, they are real and they feel thrilling. The way his lips move against mine in a passionate kiss, I am already out of my breath.

My hands move down to his chest, somehow pulling him closer as he run his fingers through my hair.

"Fuck," He breathes as he pulls away, leaving me breathless.

Both of his eyes are a bright yellow before they begin to turn brown again but it doesn't take me long to lean forward, kissing him. The separation was only for a matter of second and now we're in our endless cycle of passion. My lower body feels the familiar sensation as my dress has somehow slipped from my shoulder but he ignores it, by moving down to grab me by the waist.

I close my eyes, enjoying the way his lips move down to my neck.

I haven't felt this way in awhile and it is clear to me, it's a normal reaction.

Just as I'm about to let him undress me, I am left with a sigh. His lips have left my skin and I am already staring at him, somehow confused by the sudden stop. "What's wrong?"

"N—nothing. Nothing's wrong," He pulls himself back, running his hand through his hair before leaning back on his seat and letting out a deep breath. "Nothing's wrong at all,"

"Why did you stop?" I ask, pulling back the strap to my shoulder. "I'm sorry if I—it was out of line, wasn't it? I'm really sorry—"

He grabs both of my hands, stopping me. "No, don't. Don't be,"

"I shouldn't have—"

He cuts me off, "—Alice, that was amazing. I've never felt something like that in my entire existence and you made me feel that way . . . it was perfection."

I smile, feeling my cheeks heating up. "You don't have to say that,"

"I'm being honest. I didn't want to stop and I'm glad it wasn't just me that feels this attraction towards you," He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear as he smiles, "You like me too."

"Well, thank you Captain Obvious." I chuckle.

"I just . . . don't get me wrong, I just don't want to rush things with you."

"I get it. You're right," I nod, understanding.

He leans in to kiss me softly on the lips before leaning back, our eyes are staring deeply into one another as we purposely leave this slight distance between us. "You have no idea what I have in mind for you."

The butterflies? Well, it's starting to go down to what's in between my legs.

"You're saying all that when you're leaving,"

He smirks, "You'll be seeing me more often."

"How? You said so yourself, you travel a lot."

"Not without purpose. You've given me a reason to stay,"

"So . . . this means you're always going to be in New York?" I raise an eyebrow, smiling.

"Who knows? Maybe," He chuckles, grabbing my hand before lightly kissing the back of it. "Despite what happened last night, I am more than happy that I get to spend my time with you. You are a very beautiful woman and I will always look forward to more and more times together."

"You always know what to say. Were you a heartbreaker before you were bitten?"

He laughs, "Wouldn't that be a dream?"

"I'll be seeing you, then." I say, taking my purse.

"I promise you, you will."

With a last gaze, I step out of the car and walking away without glancing behind—knowing I would recall back of our kiss. Even as I'm walking towards the front door, my knees are somehow weak and my heart wouldn't stop beating very fast. As soon as I open the door, I am greeted with my friends; who are surprised.

"Alice? Hey!" Juliet says, nervously. "We weren't spying."

"Of course, you guys were just having a meeting behind the door."

"Fine, we peeked a little."

"Did you get what you wanted to see?"

"You mean, that smoky hot kiss? Hell yeah,"

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