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He stands a staggering 6’4, blond curly hair that falls just to his shoulders and frames his face like a halo. Bright green eyes find my dull brown ones and his gaze is penetrating, seeking out something more and setting my body on fire in the process. If just his gaze could do this to me, I wonder what the rest of him can do. A chill runs down my spine as I think of his long fingers dragging down my skin, his lips slowly following while tasting every inch his fingers caressed. A smile crosses his face, and as if he were reading my mind he slowly crosses the room to stand a mere foot away from me at the bar.
Close enough to touch yet far enough away to be respectful. His jeans and t-shirt fit him snugly and he smells amazing, like rain and freshly chopped wood. I peer up at him from my bar stool and smile sweetly before taking a small swig of my beer. His eyes snap to my lips as they press against the bottle and I could swear I heard him groan. I force my eyes away from his lithe form, cursing myself for caving into his rugged beauty.
You don’t live in this town and not at least know of the man that stands beside me now. No, he is definitely the talk of the town ninety-five percent of the time, and ninety percent of that ninety-five is usually about something bad he’d been caught doing in the past. He doesn’t talk much, but his lack of verbal communication is made up for by his tell-all eyes which have let me see a few things that make me believe that not everything you hear is true.
This place has been my home since I was nine years old and in those fifteen years, Damien Clearwaters has become the quintessential bad boy here in Round Rock, Texas. Growing up in Williamson County, everyone knew who you were and what you were doing so having a private life without your parents finding out wasn’t necessarily an easy task but we survived. At nine years old, I was afraid of meeting new people and was shy to a fault. Damien Clearwaters was a quiet and sweet boy who lived in the house next to mine and when summer officially came, I would invite him to swim in my backyard with me. June nineteenth came around two months after my move and brought his tenth birthday with it, his parents held a large party in the backyard of his house and everyone he knew from school came, which allowed me to make new friends in preparation for the upcoming school year at Fern Bluff.
On the twenty-second, Damien sneaked over to my house and knocked softly on the window just after dark. This was new for us, I watched worriedly as he climbed into my room, praying he wouldn’t make a sound that would alert my parents to his arrival. He closed the window and put his forehead to the glass. I had never seen Damien cry in all of the time we had played together, not even when he cut his knee open on the sidewalk, that night I hugged him as he fought back the tears silently. He filled me in on how his parents had told him his grandmother had passed away and I held him close as long as he would let me.
Just after his thirteenth birthday, Damien Clearwaters’ world was turned upside down. Damien’s mother left his father while everyone was gone for their daily routines. She left a note for his father saying she was leaving them because she didn’t want to be a wife and mother anymore. Instead, she wanted the exciting life she had dreamed of as a young girl so she packed her things and headed for Houston. But things didn’t quite work out that way, she made it just outside of Round Rock before being hit by an eighteen wheeler whose driver had fallen asleep at the wheel, she was killed instantly. Damien’s father received the call about his wife while still at work, only to return home to find her note which ultimately broke him and drove him to drink.
Following the funeral, Damien and I sat in his bedroom floor sitting so close that our shoulders touched as I let him tell me all the good things about his mom that he could remember. Everything changed after that day, Damien’s father Greg drank more than ever and Damien’s secret trips to my house increased tenfold as did his father’s anger. He silently wore the evidence of his father’s mood swings, ignoring the looks of pity from teachers. By the end of the year, Damien slept on the floor next to my bed every night to get away from his father’s cruel words and anger.
When Damien’s fourteenth birthday came around, he had stopped talking to everyone including me and started acting out against his father. He landed himself in juvenile hall more times than I can count for fighting or destruction of property. I recall one time in particular when he was put into juvenile for beating up a seventeen year old boy that had been taunting him about his mother’s decision to leave his ‘worthless ass’ but couldn’t even do that right. The boy ended up in the hospital with a few broken ribs and some other minor injuries, but I don’t recall anyone else talking about Damien that way again, at least not out loud.
Although he was wild and seemingly dangerous, his ways calmed down dramatically when his father died of alcohol poisoning the month before Damien’s nineteenth birthday. He sold his childhood home and all of its contents before moving two hours away to Fort Hood for military training. After completing a five year tour with the Army, he returned home to Round Rock looking amazing, not that he left looking bad. He bought an old ranch house and many of the women were swooning over his body as he repaired the old home.
With the almost two years he’s been home, his hair has grown out to the length that makes you want to dig your fingers into it and pull. The Army put some meat on his bones making him lean but so muscular you could grate cheese on his abs, or so I’ve heard from local gossip going around. He was always gorgeous, and at more than one point in my childhood I was convinced we would get married and live happily ever after with two green eyed boys and a sweet little girl running around our home. I thought I gave up that dream when he left, which led me to decide to attended Texas State and exclusively date a local football star that led our team on to be state champions. We planned to marry and move to Dallas, but those plans died when I caught him in bed with one of the linebackers from his team. That was definitely a surprise to say the least, but we’re still good friends and I plan to attend their commitment anniversary party next month.
I graduated shortly before opening my own bookstore here in town, offering new and used books to the community, where we had to drive out of town for a bookstore beforehand. My shop is decently sized, has a large selection, a small cafe and has a window that spans the entire front of the store where I have set up a sitting nook for reading and enjoying beverages. Being the only bookstore actually in town, my shop is fairly popular and even after being open for three years I still get a solid flow of customers daily.
Even with Damien back in Round Rock, I never really expected to see him face-to-face again. I was going over the list of books that had been specially ordered by customers when the bell to the door chimed and alerted me to a new customer. To say I was shocked at who was browsing the shelves of the store would be an understatement. I’m not exactly sure what I expected of our first meeting in years, but it wasn’t what actually happened. Damien browsed the aisles for a good thirty minutes before bounding up to the counter with an armful of books in tow and a blank stare on his face. I skipped idle conversation and rang up his purchases before I finally broke and asked him how long he’d been back home and if he were staying.
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