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the living room, and make my way toward the kitchen.
    My heart is beating so damn hard I can hear it pounding in my head. “Damon?” No answer. Just fucking great.
    Out of nowhere, two hands appear over my shoulder and clap. I scream and stumble, ending up on my ass but pushing the call button on the way down.
    “911, what’s your emergency?” I look behind me and Damon is standing there is hysterics. I’m breathing so hard that I’m starting to get lightheaded. “Hello, are you okay?”
    “Hi…yes I’m sorry…I’m okay.” I manage to answer her between strangled breaths.
    “Is there an emergency?”
    “No…I’m…I’m sorry.”
    I hit the end button on the phone, and look up at the asshole collapsed against the wall still laughing.
    “I hate you.” I shakily stand up, and walk past him effectively punching him in the stomach. I’m almost at the front door when he grabs my arm.
    “Wait, I’m sorry. You have to admit though, that shit was funny.”
    I push him away from me. “No, it wasn’t. I was really fucking worried.”
    He backs me against the front door, causing it to shut. His nose runs up the length of my neck. “Hmmm, you were worried?” I want to smack him and push him off of me, but it’s like I can’t move though, I’m frozen and completely at his mercy.
    As I look into his eyes, any resolve I had is melted. Damon’s mouth descends on me, his tongue immediately invading my mouth. My hands wrap around his neck pulling him closer to me. I thread my fingers through his hair, giving it a little tug. He lets out what could only be described as an animalistic growl. His teeth capture my bottom lip pulling on it, and I arch my hips toward him.
    Damon lifts my shirt off of me, throwing it across the room before burying his face in between my breasts. I moan at the contact and when his hands grip my ass I wrap my legs around his waist.
    A pounding on the door behind me makes me scream. “Police! Open the door!” Damon and I look at each other in confusion. “Open the door, or we will come in!” He puts me down and turns the doorknob. I choose to hide behind the door considering I’m shirtless and have no idea where it went.
    “Hi, officers, can I help you?”
    “Yeah, we got a 911 call. Is there someone else in the house with you?”
    “Yes, my…umm girlfriend.” Girlfriend? Is he deranged?
    “We need to speak with her.”
    “Okay, one second.” Damon looks back at me.
    “Where is my shirt?” I was not going to the door in a bra.
    “I have no idea.” He pulls his shirt over his head. “Here.”
    I take it from him, not being able to stop myself from staring at his body. I slip the shirt over my head, breathing in his scent, letting it overwhelm me for a minute. When I snap out of my daze Damon is looking at me and smirking. “Shut up.”
    He holds his hands up to me in protest. “I didn’t say anything.”
    I walk to the doorway and see four officers on the step. “Hi, can I help you?”
    They all look at me in the t-shirt Damon just had on and I can see their judgmental looks. Assholes. “Did you call 911 ma’am?”
    Ma’am? What am I eighty? “Yes, I’m sorry it was a false alarm.”
    “Are you sure?” I know he is watching me for any sign that I may be being forced to say yes.
    “Yes, sir. Everything is good here.”
    The officer nods at me before walking back to the two patrol cars parked in front of the house. I shut the door breathing a sigh of relief before breaking into a fit of laughter. Damon starts to move back toward me but I quickly dodge him. “No thanks, Romeo. The moment has passed.” I walk over to his couch and sit down, enjoying the look on his face. “So what are we doing tonight?”
    “I ordered some pizza and I figured we would just watch a movie. Your pick if you want.”
    “Okay.” I grab the remote and scroll through the on-demand. When I find what I want I smile at my revenge movie.
    “Seriously? Frozen ?” I nod my head at him,