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Damien smiles. “My kinda girl.” At his words, my heart beats a little faster.His kinda girl. “Okay, be right back with the treats.” Damien opens the door and jumps out of the car, heading toward the concession stand.
I watch as he gets in line, putting his hands in his jean pockets as he waits. A buzzing comes from the seat, and I see Damien’s iPhone light up.
It must have fallen from his pocket. I pick it up with the intention to move it to the dash, and the screen lights up again with a message.
Razor:
They are in. Do what you need to.
I laugh at the name. Razor. What a weird name. Well, no more weird than Seven. That’s such an odd name. But it fits him because he is an odd duck.
I place his phone on his dashboard so that when he comes back, he doesn’t sit on it. Looking around, I see other cars parked around us. Some trucks pulled in backward as people get comfortable in the truck bed. People are walking to and from the couple of concession stands they have, carrying popcorn, snacks and drinks.
From my window, I can see windows already fogging up, and I roll my eyes at the thought. Apparently, people are so horny they can’t wait for the movie to actually start.
A few minutes later, the driver’s side door opens, and Damien slides in with the food. He gives me a warm smile. “Youwere in luck, they had Twizzlers.” He hands me the bag, and I place it in my lap. “Here is your Coke.”
“Thank you.” I look around for somewhere to put my drink.
“Yeah, sorry. No cup holders. Did you know that cup holders were not built into cars until 1983?” He takes my Coke and places it on top of the dash.
He notices his phone there and furrows his brow.
“Oh! You got out, and I saw it lying there in your seat. I put it up there so you wouldn’t sit back on it when you came back.” As my eyes meet his, there is a sudden emptiness in them that causes a bit of uneasiness in me.
He grabs the phone and reads what I am guessing is the message from Razor.
“Fuck!” He takes the phone and throws it in his back pocket. “Don’t fucking touch my stuff,” he says with a low, even tone.
“I-I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean much by it.” I feel my throat tighten, and my hands start to shake. His eyes widen when he sees the fear he created, in me.
Damien clears his throat. “Damnit. Sorry, I didn’t mean to react that way. I just have important information on there for my family’s business. I’m sorry, Rory.”
Before I can respond, the screen in front of us starts up with the first movie of the double feature.Blow Back Twopops up on the screen, and the sound of the opening scene with gunfire comes through on the speakers.
As we sit there and watch the bank robbery on screen, I feel Damien’s hand touch mine. Without looking, I open my hand and let him wrap his hand in mine. It’s a small apology.
As the movie plays on, I notice the closer him and I are getting. Turning my head toward him, I see he is already looking at me and there’s a fire in his eyes.
His lips crash into mine, and my heart starts to beat out of my chest. His hands move to cup my face as his tongue pushes past my lips.
I moan into his kiss as our tongues dance with each other. His hands slip past my neck as he grips my hair.
Part of me wants to continue, and the other half of me is telling me to run. Of course I don’t listen to the side of me wanting the abort codes.
Damien groans as he continues to pull every last moan from my mouth. My entire body is heating up each minute this continues. I feel him start to push me down, and my back touches the leather of the seats.
His body moves over mine, and I can feel his hardness pressing into me. His lips trace down my jaw to my neck, as his hands move to find the hem of my shirt, slowly slipping them under it. I let out a moan as his hand cups my breast.
“Oh, I love hearing you moan for me, Rory. Fuck.”
He squeezes it and lets out a groan.
Before I can even react, his hand moves to the button on my jeans. With swiftness, he has them unbuttoned.
“Wait…” I bring my hands to his chest.
“Come on, Rory, let me make you feel good.” He begins to try to yank at my pants, attempting to get them down.