Page 73 of Kings of Westbrook High

Oh, shit.

My brows pull in and I look up, jumping a little bit when a pair of dark blue eyes hit mine.

“What are you doing?” He rasps, half asleep and sexy as hell.

I clear my throat and remove my hand from his chest, feeling like I’ve been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. “Nothing.”

He laughs lightly, sliding his arms around my back to pull me into him. “You checkin’ me out, punk?”

“Don’t even flatter yourself, big brother.” I tease, playing it off. “I was bored and you were the only thing here to keep me occupied.”

“How long have you been awake?”

“About an hour.”

“You couldn’t sleep?”

“You’re too hot.”

He cracks one eye open, smirking. “What?”

“I mean your body is too hot.” I explain, rolling my eyes when I realize that sounds even worse. “You’re a fuckin’ furnace on legs, alright?”

He laughs at me, sliding one hand over my thigh to grip my ass. “What time is it?”

“Six thirty.”

He grins at that, leaning over me to speak in my ear. “You’re dying to open those blackout blinds, aren’t you?”

My brows raise and I pull my head back, eyeing him. “How do you know that?”

“Because you like the sunrise.” He states the fact, grabbing a fancy looking remote from the nightstand. “I know things about you, punk.”

He presses the button and the blinds slide open, revealing a perfect view of the sunrise over Westbrook. I fight a grin and drop my head back on the pillow to watch it, sliding my eyes up to his when I feel him watching me.

I raise a brow, running my hands over his shoulders. “What?”

“Stay here.”

I frown. “Huh?”

“When you turn eighteen.” He explains, brushing his thumb over my lip ring. “Stay here with us. With me.”

I lick my lips, struggling to ignore the way my heart races in my chest because only one other person has ever looked at me the way he’s looking at me right now.

Like I’m wanted.

Like I could belong somewhere.

Like I could have a family of my own.

I said yes once before..

Yeah, and look at how well that turned out.

Damon slides his hand over my heart and I blink, looking down when I feel him pry my fist from my necklace. He interlocks our fingers and holds my hand between my chest and his, looking so deep into my eyes that I can’t seem to look away.

“You’re not nothing, Callie.” He whispers, dropping his forehead on mine. “You’re everything.”

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