Page 73 of Scream
I gawk and gasp at the last one. “Masturbate?”
“Yes.Alone.” He stands with me and heads to the door, plucking his raincoat from the coat rack and grabbing mine to help me into it. “Ease yourself into it if you can. Light a few candles, have a bath, relax and… just try.”
I don’t dare tell him I won't be doing that, but I'll give the other two things a try. “Okay.” is all I say before he opens the front door of his office building, and I see Parker already waiting to open the door for me to get out of the drizzle.
“Oh, one last thing, as a friend. You need to talk to them both about how you’re feeling. Don’t create a divide or it’ll end in bloodshed. They can either share you, or you’ll lose one if not the other.”
My stomach sinks. “You would know, wouldn’t you?”
“As your friend, yes.”
But he doesn’t give me more.
“You think she’ll ever talk to me?”
He nods, his demeanor changing before my very eyes. He’s very protective of Raven. I love him for it. “She’s ashamed of her stutter, Sabrina. It’s not about you.”
We stop a few feet away from the SUV and Parker. “She has nothing to be ashamed of! It wasn’t her fault!”
Damon’s big, wise steely eyes look at me, and I can see the‘you’re one to talk,’ in his eyes but he doesn’t say it. Instead he says, “I know. But I can say, having you come around, has made her a little more eager to talk more. We’re fine with her blinks and stares. I swear, at this point we’re all communicating telepathically. But, having you and Parker around, she’s reading aloud to us more often, without us having to ask, and she’s gotten so much better. Shewantsto talk to you, Sabrina. She just needs a little more time.”
I ponder over that, and nod in understanding. “So girls night, hmm?”
The handsome devil smirks and his brows lift. “Girls night,” he replies before turning away to go back to Brooklyn.
I sigh and face Parker. “What was all that about?”
I groan. “That demented doctor gave mehomework. He thinks a night out with Raven will do me some good.”
Parker grins that sexy grin, showcasing that one delicious dimple caused by his scar, and I can’t help but grin back. “Sounds like a fine time, Miss Winters,” he drawls.
Ugh, my pink parts.
The following Friday evening, ‘Girls Night' turns into Raven and I spending a godless amount on smut written byVerity C. Huntington(Raven's suggestion) at a local, lesser-known bookstore. We run up to my room afterward, and do all the sleepover things - face masks, a bag of buttered popcorn, and a large pizza shared between us, reading, and random gasping and squeals.
“The wave of euphoria I felt, even deep in my sleep, interrupting my nightmares was enough for me to begin to awaken, only to feel the soft inky tresses between my fingers, my hips bucking to meet the strong lashes of his tongue…”
I squint at the words then face Raven. “Hey Ray?”
She turns to me, and rests her open book on her chest and knits her brows together as if saying,yeah?
“Do you… have the guys ever… woken you up by already… you know? Beingdown there?”I want to roll my eyes at how I sound like a fucking toddler.
Old Sabrina would never. Old Sabrina would out loud saypussy, cunt, twat.Now…
Raven blushes and nods, lifting her hands then makes her name sign forDamon.
I gasp. “That dirty doctor!”
She giggles.When I first got to RMU, he followed me there, but I didn't know. He would sneak into my room, and at first, I thought they were dreams. But then I realized they weren't. They were very real.
“How did that make you feel? Finding out it was real?”
Her lips roll inward, and she looks to the side as if trying to find the right words. And then she begins fanning herself and I release agiggle.It's the best way to wake up. Sometimes he's gentle, sometimes he's so sweet, but every morning-
“Every morning?!”
Raven nods and her hands begin moving again.Every morning I feel so loved and cherished. I feel good. I feel ready to take on the day. It helps me remember that this is real and I'm not in my room at Lorne Wood. It helps me feel safe and secure in my relationships. Each one of my men is so different from the other. My beacon. My anchor. My devil. Damon anchors me. I feel like he brings me back to life.
