Back and Better book

Chapter Twenty Nine Talk to me

Amira POV I snort at Damon’s comment, not knowing how else to respond. “Can you move? I have homework.” Damon remains staring at me. “Amira, I know you’re ahead in all of your classes.” fxxk. “Right, and I want to get farther ahead.”

When he doesn’t move shift on the bed to reach the stack of textbooks he made on the floor. He moves to block me, making me glare at him.

“What do you want, Damon?”

“I want you to tell me what’s going on with you, baby. You’ve been quiet and distant since the rogues came, and it’s worrying all of us. Please talk to me.”

I swear internally, knowing that Samantha must have outed me. “I’m okay.” Damon raises his eyebrow, and I throw my hands up. “I am okay! Nobody’s dead or dying, the world isn’t ending, and everyone’s currently safe.”

on your surroundings. That’s not how it works. You have

talking!” “I don’t care. You’re going to talk to me, or I will make you wish you did.” I shake my head at him. “Go away, Damon.”

a few swift movements Damon’s suddenly on the bed, with me straddling him sitting in his lap. He has an iron grip around my waist, making struggling pointless. So I just try to reach the textbooks behind me, making

even matter!” “Sweetheart,

more, time won’t bring back my parents. They abandoned me three times. Once when I ran

sobbing. Damon stares at me intently before pressing his forehead

powers

shifts so that he’s cradling me to his chest. “When was

days ago,” I admit. Damon sighs and clicks his tongue before moving again so that we’re laying on the bed. My back is to his chest, and his arm is possessively wrapped around

me as possible without suffocating her. Marveling at how well our bodies fit together, I watch the steady rise and fall of

my life. Starting off… I am not f****d up for writing this. Neither are you f****d up for reading/ enjoying it. DARK ROMANCE CAN BE AN ENJOYABLE GENRE. IT’S OKAY, Also, some people I had mentioned my pen name