Secrets of His World - Chapter 10

Again, I'm sorry it took so long to post this. I've been so busy here lately and then I got proposed to, which interrupted my thinking process for a while and ahhh. Lol. Anyway, this chapter was a little longer than the rest because I had a lot in mind. So, I hope you enjoy this chapter. And don't forget to comment afterwards and tell me what you think! Oh, and thanks to everyone that commented on my last Chapter. 27 is the most comments I've gotten so far and they actually motivated me to write. Haha. I got on last night and read them all and then I wrote this whole chapter in like 3 hours.
Anyhoo, enjoy!
~Ginger

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Emily and Damien floated in the water without saying anything. Emily shivered now and then. It was mostly from being held by Damien, but Emily also noticed the temperature had dropped a few degrees.

"I want to try something real fast," Damien told her after a long while of silence.

"Like what?" Emily asked.

"I want to see if I can float with you lying on top of me."

"Alright. Try."

Damien shifted in the water to where Emily was laying atop him. Emily twined her legs with his as they floated together in the river. She laid her head on his chest.

"Emily, I love you," Damien said after a moment of silence.

Emily’s pulse raced. It wasn’t the same as him being in love with her, but it was a start. Right? Emily sighed.

"I love you too," she replied.

More than you’ll ever know, her mind whispered.

Damien started stroking Emily’s back. He ran his fingers through her hair on occasions and hummed her favorite song: It’s Your Love by Faith Hill and Tim McGraw. It was the song she shared her first slow dance to. And it just so happened that it was with Damien.

The song was perfect for Emily and Damien.

Or it would be, Emily told her self gloomily, if he felt the same way as I do.

Emily started singing out loud to Damien’s humming.

"It’s your love. It just does something to me. It sends a shock right through me. I can’t get enough. And if you wonder about this spell I’m under… Ohhh, it’s your love."

Damien kept humming and Emily kept supplying the lyrics. The song always made her feel closer to Damien for some reason. When they were twelve they had decided It’s Your Love would be their song.

When the song was over Emily started laughing. She and Damien hadn’t sang and hummed together in almost three years. She hadn’t realized she’d missed it so much.

Emily rolled off Damien’s stomach and into the water. She swam to the bank and got out. When she turned around Damien was behind her.

They both went inside and changed their clothes. Emily didn’t bring any and didn’t want to put her dress back on, so Damien lent her one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers.

When Emily came out of the bathroom Damien had done stripped off his wet clothes and into a pair of basketball shorts. And of course he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Emily stared at his chest. She had seen him without a shirt on before, but that was before she decided she would tell him she was in love with him. Before they had went swimming and had held each other in the water, just looking at each other.

Emily averted her eyes to the floor. She felt herself flush with embarrassment. She didn’t need to be staring. Especially since it was at Damien’s chest. The fact that he was probably watching her staring was a bad thing, too.

"I guess I’ll sleep on the couch. You can have the bed," Damien told her as he gathered his clothes.

"No," she said sternly.

"No? And why not?"

"Because you are sleeping with me in the bed tonight. We’re just friends and we’re almost eighteen years old, Damien. No one’s going to care whether we sleep together or not. Unless you just don’t want to because you feel awkward or something," Emily challenged.

"Nope. I don’t feel awkward at all. I always thought you felt awkward or something. That and sometimes I just need to keep my distance."

"And why’s that?"

"Because sometimes I’m not as gay as everyone thinks," Damien muttered so low that Emily almost missed it.

"Are you saying that you’re attracted to me, Damien?"

"Nope. Just saying that sometimes I think I’m straight. And we both know how straight guys are. Always trying to get into a girls panties."

"Okay… But even if you were straight - which you’re not - you wouldn’t do something like that. You’re a gentleman," Emily told him earnestly.

"Thanks…" he trailed off.

Emily didn’t know what that was about, but… Oh well. Maybe she didn’t want to know. But then again, if he was implying something…

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Damien’s P.O.V.

Damien had just admitted to Emily that he basically wasn’t gay and she hadn’t even noticed it. Yeah, it made Damien kind of sad. He wanted so badly to tell her he wasn’t gay; that he was in love with her. But she made it so hard.

Instead of fighting with Emily - which is all he seemed to be doing here lately - he agreed to sleep with her in the bed. He was comfortable with sleeping in the same bed as her, but he didn’t trust himself.

Damien wasn’t sure whether or not he could control himself around her. Or whether or not his groin could control its self around Emily in bed.

"Come," Emily said, beckoning for him to join her in the bed.

Damien walked over and crawled in the bed beside her. He didn’t want to get under the covers with her, though, incase his lower areas acted up. The thought almost made Damien laugh.

A guy that’s supposed to be gay that sleeps with a girl and gets an erection. Ha-ha. It was just too funny to Damien. Although, it wasn’t as funny as it should have been considering Damien wasn’t actually gay. At least, he wasn’t gay around Emily.

Emily was under the covers and Damien was above them. This made him feel safer than if he were under the covers with her.

She can do things, Damien told himself, that she doesn’t even know she’s doing.

"You can get under the covers, Damien. I don’t bite," Emily said after she turned off the light.

Of course not, Damien‘s mind whispered, But I might.

Damien sighed and pulled the covers from underneath him. He laid back down and pulled the cover over him. At least he only felt slightly awkward.

Emily scooted over to him and laid her head on his shoulder. After a few moments all the awkwardness left Damien. He felt like he did just years ago when he and Emily slept like this all the time.

The only thing wrong was that Damien was very alert to Emily now. He could smell the lilacs, honey, and tangy fruit. He could hear her breathing, which was slow. He could feel her every move. He could even feel her heartbeat on his chest, racing…

Damien froze. He could feel her heartbeat. And it was racing. Almost as fast as his was. The new discovery made Damien think of reasons why Emily’s heart would race while laying next to him in bed.

He only came up with one answer. An answer he liked, but didn’t believe. That Emily liked Damien more than she sometimes let on. And being this close to him made her nervous and excited.

God, Damien wished he could read minds. He would have done anything to be able to read Emily’s mind. He would probably have even walked through fire to do it.

"Do you remember when we were younger, and you told me that I was the only girl you’d ever love as much as your mom?" Emily asked.

The abruptness of her question stunned Damien for a moment. Of course he remembered it. It was the week after his mom died and Emily had let him stay with her and had helped him through the hard time. He was sitting on her bed when he looked at her and got serious.

"Emily, you’re the only girl I’ll ever love as much as my mother," Damien had told her.

"And you’re the only guy I’ll ever love. Period. End of story," Emily had replied.

Damien would never forget the special moment they had shared then. It was like it was stamped into his mind forever. He remembered every little special moment he and Emily shared.

Returning to the present he said to Emily, "Of course I remember. How could I forget?"

"Well… I hope it stays that way. You know, that you’ll always love me more than any other girl, besides your mom, of course."

"Always. I could never love someone as much as I love you. I mean, yeah, I loved my mom and all… but I love you in a way that is so much more than I loved my mom; in a way that I could never love anyone else, even if I tried. You are, and will always be, my girl, Em."

Damien felt Emily smile. She scooted up on the bed, positioning herself so that her face was right beside Damien’s. Damien then turned his head to look at her. She was so heartbreakingly beautiful.

"Emily I-" Damien started.

Emily reached up with his fingers and pinched his mouth shut. She shook her head at him. Then, without warning, she removed her fingers from his lips and brushed hers against his.

Damien didn’t want to do this. Okay, he did, but not while Emily still thought he was gay. Especially since she didn’t know he was in love with her. It was like taking advantage of her.

God, he didn’t want to stop though. Emily had just lightly brushed her lips against his and then pulled away. He wanted more, though, so much more.

Damien turned on his side so that he was over top of Emily. Neither of them said a word. Damien noticed that Emily was blushing.

She looks beautiful when she blushes, Damien thought.

He noticed the few inches that separated him from Emily. He wanted to close the space. He bent down, slowly, giving Emily time to push him away if she wanted.

When Emily didn’t do anything, Damien pressed his lips gently to hers. Emily’s hands came up around Damien’s neck, pressing him closer to her. The gentle kiss Damien had started ended hungrily.

Emily and Damien were both gasping when Damien pulled away. He needed to stop himself before he did something stupid. Like take Emily’s virginity. But, god, did he want to take her virginity.

He was a virgin, she was a virgin. Emily had always said she wanted to lose her virginity to someone she loved, that loved her back. Damien was the perfect candidate. Besides, Damien wanted to lose his virginity to Emily.

Emily still had her arms around Damien’s neck. She pulled him back down to her and kissed him passionately. Damien felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest.

"I want you," Emily moaned into Damien’s mouth.

"I want you, too," Damien whispered back.

Emily removed her hands from Damien’s hair and pulled the covers off of them. She rolled over, pushing Damien down, and sat herself on top of him. She pulled her shirt off, leaving her chest bare.

Damien stared at her for a moment, then he grabbed her arms and pulled her to him. He kissed her hard. Damien felt Emily trying to take her shorts off. Things were moving too fast.

"Emily, wait," Damien gasped.

Emily pulled back to look at him. She was so beautiful that Damien almost didn’t want to stop. He wanted to take her, and he wanted it to be tonight. Emily looked flushed and excited.

"What?" she asked.

"This is too fast. Let’s slow it down some."

"I have waited for years for you to kiss me. I have waited months for this to happen. I can’t slow down!" Emily retorted.

Damien almost laughed at her expression. Though, it held seriousness. So, Emily did feel the same about him as he did for her. Which he actually enjoyed too much.

Instead of starting an argument - which he would lose - he pulled Emily back down to him. He kissed her hungrily again. He wanted her so bad he could hardly stand it.

He ripped her boxers off her, revealing her naked, shaved womanly area. At least he didn’t have to rip panties too. Emily’s eyes shone with excitement and amusement in moonlight.

She crawled down Damien’s body, pulling his boxers along. When they were completely gone Emily slid, slowly, back up Damien’s body. She kissed his stomach, which made him want more.

"I don’t have a condom," Damien said as Emily kissed his neck.

"Neither do I, but who cares?" she replied, kissing along his jaw line.

"You’re right."

Damien grabbed her waist and threw her down beside him. He positioned himself between her legs. Emily closed her eyes and whispered something that sounded like "I’m ready".

Damien slowly slid inside Emily, making her gasp. It was the best thing Damien had ever experienced. He wanted more, so much more. Damien had never felt so free, so blissful, as he did when he entered Emily.

He drew back, very slowly, and then went in again. Slow wasn’t working for Damien, but he kept it nice and slow so that he wouldn’t hurt Emily.

"Oh, God," Emily moaned.

Damien was happy to hear her moan. He wanted to make her scream and fill her with pleasure. While still entering and drawing back inside of her, Damien bent down and kissed Emily’s lips.

She responded immediately. She wrapped her arms around Damien’s neck and tangled her hands in his hair. Emily pushed the lower half of her body up, to meet Damien’s when he plunged into her again. Each time he entered her was harder than the last, making Emily gasp with pleasure.

Damien felt the pressure building inside him. He had learned about sex in Health and knew that he would reach his climax soon. Very soon.

Damien pulled back, for the last time, and thrust into Emily. Damien felt so good it was almost like being in paradise. He and Emily were both gasping. He pulled away from Emily and rolled over to the other side of the bed.

He looked over at Emily, who was looking at him while a smile. She looked satisfied. Actually, she looked more than satisfied. She looked like she was in pure bliss. Damien smiled back, partly because she made him smile when she did, and partly because he was feeling so good he couldn’t help it.

Emily rolled over on top of Damien. She rested her head on his chest. Damien rubbed her still-nude back.

"That was great. People always say it hurts. It didn’t hurt me," Emily said.

"I tried not to hurt you. That’s why I was going so slow," Damien replied.

"I wanted you to go faster."

"I didn’t want to hurt you."

"Why did you have sex with me?" Emily asked abruptly.

"Because I love you. Why did you have sex with me?" he challenged back.

"Because I love you. But I thought you were gay. Don’t get me wrong, though, I really enjoyed it. And there’s no one else I would have lost my virginity to. I’m glad it was you. I just thought you were gay."

"Well, there’s a lot about me that you don’t know. Like I said earlier, I have a lot of secrets I haven’t told you about. And I need to tell you."

"Actually, Damien, I need to tell you something…"

"Then shoot," Damien insisted.

"Damien, I’m-" Emily started.

A knock on the front door had stopped her mid-sentence. Damien tensed, as well as Emily. Damien jumped from the bed and pulled a pair of shorts on.

"Shit!" Emily exclaimed.

Damien knew how she felt. She was going to tell him something that was important and was interrupted. They always got interrupted when trying to tell the other something.

Forget it, he told himself.

Damien walked angrily to the front door. Whoever was there had better have a good reason. He was about to tell Emily he was in love with her, finally.

When Damien opened the door his anger vanished. His eyes popped wide open with shock. Damien felt as though he would pass out.

The last thing he remembered was Emily walking up behind him. Her scream of horror. And then the ground as his knees gave out and black spots blurred his vision.