I clung to him for dear life. God, I'd never been kissed like this before.

Then, as quick as he'd been to claim my lips, he ripped himself away from me. My eyes fluttered open, disappointment flooding my senses.

His lips were swollen and red. “Don't you know better than to mess with me? Do this again next time and I'm fucking you over that kitchen sink.”

I watched him walk away, my throbbing legs giving way as I slid down the wall, drew my legs up and wrapped my arms around them. What the hell just happened here? I was dazed and confused, trying to regain my bearings before heading back out. Maria stumbled through the door just then, her uniform rumpled and multiple hickeys adorned her neck. Her eyes widened when she saw me sitting on the floor. Seems like she'd wanted to be alone. “Oh, hey Tim.”

“Where the fuck were you? You'd been gone for hours and I know mensural cramps don't take that much time to sort out.”

“Well, uh.. I...um...the toilet... Gideon.”

“You were hooking up with Taeyhung right in the middle of the after school rush?”

“God no! I just had to drop by at his office cause he sent for me. We didn't fuck.”

I raised a brow, looking over her appearance and decided to drop it. It was so damn obvious anyway. And this wasn't the first time, neither would it be the last, I got to witness an accidental glimpse into the secret, forbidden whirlwind romance between Mrs Chang's eldest son, Taeyhung who was managing the restaurant till Mrs Chang got home from Soeul, and Maria.

I waited for my breathing to calm and my heartbeat steady before heading back out. I couldn't tell Maria to go give them their chest as she was currently attending to two other customers; a couple that just entered, so I took it to them instead.

Placing the leather binder infront of Damien, I tried my hardest not to make eye contact. Giordan pulled him close to kiss him softly on the cheek, then announced that he was running late for a Rotary Club meeting, which Daniel Ferguson also attended so they were going together. Damien might as well care less as he waved dismissively at him, fully concentrating on me. I still didn't budge and just stood there till he finally gave up, took out a parcel I hadn't noticed from underneath the table, dropped it and took off.

He probably didn't leave me a tip, and honestly I couldn't care less. I carefully unwrapped the parcel and gasped when along with a thirty dollar bill was my English textbook.

|•|•|•

A week passed by and Damien and I never spoke about the kiss to each other, even though it ran through my mind constantly. I'd tried to really avoid him at all cost. It was what was best for my mental health and wellbeing. Moreover, the kiss meant nothing to him and he was only trying to get a rise out of me. I wasn't sure whether it was the whole party idea anymore since Friday night went on normally even with Mom and Flynn away. No friends over, no going out, no Giordan...he just stayed by himself in his room.

For hours I thought back to how utterly real the kiss was. And how his lips on mine elicited sensations that seemed borne out of real passion. It was a memory that couldn't be erased no matter what and I craved that feeling again. It made the battle between my body and mind somewhat much more difficult than before. I wouldn't say I hated it though, but it was sure making a lot of simple things such as sitting next to Damien and feeling his warmth during dinner awkward and sexual.

It was a curse having a crush on someone you lived with, particularly when he cheated on your ex best friend by bringing in girls from school back to the house. Honestly, it broke my heart to know he was only using Giordan for fun to get to me, and just like he did to everybody who came his way except Flynn, Giordan was obsessed.

I was obsessed!

One afternoon, while our parents were away, he'd invited Giordan over and they were really making a lot of noise, disturbing my peace. I couldn't really say anything about it as I was trying my best to avoid them but the minute Giordan left, I marched into Damien's room and yelled. “For the love of God, you two need to schedule another place to have sex. I can't deal with the riotous din anymore.”

Damien snorted, not looking up from the Scrabble tiles he was assembling. “I' m pretty sure that's just your jealousy talking, dear brother.”

“I'm not jealous. The walls are simply not soundproofed!”

“Christ. You nag a fucking lot.” He patted the bed next to where he was sitting at the edge, his eyes still fixed on the game. “It's too hot an afternoon to babble with you. Please sit if you like. Or get out and let me play in peace.”

“You just ruined my peace!”

“And I'm about to ruin more than just your stubborn mouth if you don't sit the hell down. Jesus fucking Christ, you're a fucking man! Men don't shout and your sexuality is no excuse for that.”

“I don't care. Just stop bringing Giordan over and disturbing me with your lovey dovey stuff. I don't need to hear it.”

“You amuse me, brother. Face it, you'd rather like to be the one with me than Giordan. That's the reason why you're riled up like this...it bugs you that I'm fucking him instead of you.”

My heart stopped. The world tilted.

I was struck.

“Ain't it?” He asked, his lips curling into a devious smile that made his eyes twinkle and did unspeakable things to my dick that I had to put my hands infront of me in a bid to hide it. Ugh, my cock was a hopeless fool. 

“You're out of your mind.”

“You're sporting a boner for me right now, dear brother.”

Aaaarghhhhh. I couldn't take it anymore. Turning back with the last dignity in me, I slammed the door hard, wishing he was behind me to take the smack.