I was sat huddled on the sofa when I heard a knock at the door to my apartment. I immediately jumped to my feet, rushing to the door and pressing my eye to the spy glass just to make sure. My heart settled when I saw Damon on the other side of the wood.

Damon just looked at me as I swung open the door. He hesitated for a moment, words lingering on his lips as he stared, but nothing was said. He just blinked, his mouth slightly ajar.

Seeing him stood in my doorway dug up another feeling of sickness, only this one was more welcomed. I swallowed, my eyes glassy as I looked up at Damon.

"God, Britney."

He walked into the apartment, immediately pulling me into his grasp and closing the door with his foot as he held me tightly to his chest, his lips pressing against my head over and over again.

Even if it was only for a split second, as I felt the warmth of Damon's body and the scent of his clothes, his breath tickling my skin, I forgot why I'd even called him here in the first place.

The two of us sat down on the sofa and Damon pulled me closer to him, grabbing a blanket and wrapping us both tightly in its warmth. He placed an arm around my shoulder and turned to face me, his eyes filled with concern.

"You're safe now." He said softly, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear that had managed to run down my cheek.

I just nodded, taking a deep breath.

"Talk to me, what happened?"

It took me a while, but I managed to recall the events of earlier on to Damon. The entire time, I cried, feeling everything I described all over again, forcing myself to relive the pain and fear I'd already felt enough to last me a lifetime.

Damon never took his eyes off me while I spoke. I felt his fingers gently tickle the skin on my shoulders and run through my hair, soothing me as I tried to calm myself down.

I hadn't spoken to Damon in a long time, and going from no contact to having him sat cradling me like a child as I cried was a strange situation for me to get my head around.

Though, I was more grateful to him than I could ever put into words.

That night, I asked Damon to stay with me. He was adamant he would sleep on the sofa, but it didn't take much for me to persuade him to crawl under the covers beside me.

Although still distressed, the sensation of Damon's bare chest against my back with the duvet tucked under my chin eventually began to slow my heartbeat.

The last thing I remember feeling was Damon's kiss upon my neck before I drifted off to sleep for what felt like a few seconds, which was crudely interrupted by the sound of my alarm pulling me from my slumber.

"You don't have to go to work you know, they'd understand."

I sipped my coffee as Damon and I sat at my breakfast bar, one of us was dressed, the other in no more than a pair of blue boxers.

I sighed.

"I know, but I need to make a good impression. I only just started."

Damon nodded, understanding.

It felt nice having Damon around. The reason he and I split up hadn't crossed my mind once since he turned up at my doorstep, and I was thankful that I was able to enjoy his presence without constantly reminding myself of the sadness he'd made me feel before.

"At least let me walk you there. And I'll walk you home after. I don't want you not feeling safe."

I agreed without hesitation. The last thing I wanted to do was walk anywhere by myself, let alone the same route as yesterday.

As Damon got himself dressed and sorted out his hair quickly, I finished the rest of my coffee and got ready to leave, grabbing my bag and keys, pulling the spare one off my key chain and handing it to Damon.

I watched a small smile play on his lips as he shoved it into the pocket of his jeans, knowing that he'd imagined the day I'd give him a key to my home. Only, neither of us thought it would be under these circumstances.

We walked in silence for a while as the sun started to break through the clouds. I knew Damon would spend the day sleeping, the two of us getting no more than 4 hours of sleep the previous night.

As we turned the corner, I felt my breath hitch in my throat at the sight of the pub, the sickening feeling instantly rising in my stomach again as I snapped my head to look in the other direction.

"Hey," Damon said, noticing my reaction, "It's okay."

He looked at me, a reassuring smile on his face as he gently wrapped his hand around my own, giving it a small squeeze.

There was a thickness in the air between us, neither one of us wanting to address the elephant in the room. I knew Damon was itching to break down and apologise to me, to try and convince me that we should give things another go, but I was glad he recognised that now just wasn't the time for that.

"Did you listen to Tender?"

Or so I thought he'd recognised.

"I did." I replied reluctantly.

"What did you think?"

I paused for a moment before answering. It was a beautiful song, and until last night, it was the last time I had truly cried my heart out. Hearing Damon express his emotions in a song like Tender was one thing, but when it was a song where I was able to resonate with him and feel everything I knew he was feeling as he sang, it managed to cut me deeper than I thought it would when I first set it in my record player.

"It made me cry."

"I'm sorry."

Damon stopped walking, forcing me to fall dead in my tracks as he kept hold of my hand inside his. I gave him a questioning look, glancing down at the time on my watch and seeing I had ten minutes to make it to work on time.

"Britney I love you."

I wanted to be shocked, but I wasn't in the slightest. In fact, I felt relieved.

"And I know you don't want to hear that, I know I shouldn't be saying this to you now and I'm sorry, but when you called me last night, I didn't give it a second thought before getting in my car and coming here. I'd do anything for you Brit, fucking anything you asked at the drop of a hat. It's crazy because we've not even spoken for so long and when I answered your phone call last night I, well, the feeling I got inside of me out of nowhere when I heard your voice just struck this chord inside me that I'd been trying to cut for so long."

When I called Damon last night, I hadn't even expected him to answer the phone, let alone drive three hours up to me in the late hours of the day without explanation.

The way he looked at me with his deep blue eyes and the way his lips were always slightly parted, his expression tinted with desperation and lust was a combination of things that for some reason, had managed to make me fall into the palm of his hand.

"I don't know what to say," I mumbled, shaking my head slightly.

"You don't have to say anything."

Damon smiled, chuckling quietly as he closed the gap between us. He placed one hand on my cheek, the other on my waist and pressed our foreheads together. I closed my eyes, feeling his lips gently graze ever so slightly over my own, neither one of us wanting to go any further, but not back out either.

My mind wandered to places I didn't want it to go as I let my hands reach out and fall upon Damon's shoulders, one gently draping at his neck. His aftershave pulling memories from the back of my mind, making me rewatch the movies in my head of the two of us in bed together, the sensation of his sweat dripping onto my body as he kissed my neck in a dimly lit room littered with our clothes and empty wine bottles. I'd missed Damon, and the things Damon would do to me.

"Damon." I whispered, a breeze hitting us, making my hairs stand on end.

"Britney." He mimicked, not letting me have any time to say anything more as he finally kissed me, his grip on my waist pushing our bodies together, making me melt into the kiss and lose control of my thoughts all over again.

But I didn't care.

// an;; this chapter is kind of dead sorry for boring you with it lol the next update will be better, thank u for sticking around!!