After two hours I’m pretty buzzed, having drunk 5 white claws. Though I’m definitely more than buzzed. I throw my head back to finish my 6th, and I go to find Luke. I walk to the counter to find Damien. I throw out my empty can and turn to Damien.

“Another claw, my man.” I say giving him a toothy grin.

He laughs. “Sorry but we're out.” He turns and puts the bottle of vodka on the table. “This is all we got left.”

I smile and reach behind him to get a red solo cup. I have to slide close next to him and our eyes meet as I move back. His eyes have a playful glint to them and his lips are pulled into a smirk. Oh. I think as I mirror the look.

I grab the bottle from him and fill it to the bottom line, which marks a shot. I hold eye contact with Damien throughout. Then I throw my head back and take the shot with ease. Probably because I’m already drunk.

Damien’s smirk grows as he grabs my arm. “I think you need some fresh air.” He says heading for the back door.

We step out and the breezy early fall air hits my face. I melt as I smell the fresh air. So refreshing.

Damien laughs. “You should see what face you’re making right now.”

I turn to him with the same look on my face. His smirk wavers as he looks at me. He steps closer and tilts his head as he looks directly down on me.

“What.” I say questioning why he got closer. I return his smirk.

“You’re just so damn sexy.” He says holding my chin to pull me inches from his face.

I blush as my smile fades. What? “Wait-"

But before I can finish my sentence, Damien kisses me. His thumb pulls down on my chin and forces my bottom lip open. He slips his tongue into my mouth and intertwines it with my own.

“Mm.” I manage out in protest, but when he moves his hand from my chin to my neck, I continue kissing him. This feels good. I tell myself in reassurance. This is ok.

With one hand on my shoulder to hold me in place, he slides his other hand under my shirt. I jolt slightly, still not used to having a flat chest. His hand slides from my waist up my torso to my chest. His finger slides over my nipple. I try to pull away, but one of his hands is holding the back of my head.

He pulls away. “You like that, don’t you?” He says sliding his finger over it again. No.

“Stop. ”

I try to push at him but he says, “Oh don’t be embarrassed.” He says gripping and pulling. Ow. I think on the verge of tears. I bite my lip and I taste blood. Please. “You’re making such a lewd face.” He says with a chuckle. Help. Please. I start to cry.

Damien finally lets go. “Wait.” He starts but I’m already turning and walking away. “Murphy, wait!” I stop and turn to look at him with tears streaming down my face. “Oh my God, Murphy, I’m sorry.” He says with a pleading look on his face. He reaches out but I flinch away. “I thought you were just being shy!” He says. He steps back. “I’m really sorry. I thought you were flirting with me!” He says. Tears stream down my face as his face twists. “Oh my God. Murphy please, can we forget this?”

He seems really sorry. I might puke. “Whatever. Fine. I’m going home.” I say. Turning and walking around the house. My lip throbs as I breathe in a shaky breath.

“I can drive you home.” He says grabbing my wrist.

“I know you want to make up for what happened, so please, right now I need space.” I say reaching into my pocket for my phone.

Damien lets go and quietly apologies again. He stops following me and I sigh in relief when I’m finally alone in front of his house. Trees sway and a few leaves rustle in the grass. I tremble as the breeze lifts my shirt slightly. I check my phone. It’s 2 am and my parents are asleep. Damien picked me up and I was planning on sleeping here. I go through my contacts to find someone who could pick me up. Finn. I click on his contact and call him.

“Uh hey, Murph.” He says with a yawn, “You better not be drunk and prank calling me.”

I inhale another shaky breath “Hi, can you pick me up please?” I say, on the verge of tears again.

Finn must sense it because I hear him get out of bed. “Yeah, sure.” He says. I sigh in relief. No questions asked. “You still at Damien’s?” He asks.

“Yeah. Please hurry.” I say. Please.

“Yeah, of course.” He says, “I’ll see you in a sec.” He says as the line drops.