His Sweetheart Luna by Elmer Novel Full Episode

Chapter 29 

“Walt. Where are you sleeping?” I ask. 

“Probably the couch, Max is using the guest room tonight since his parents are out of town and my mom didn’t want him staying alone.” He replies. 

“Why don’t I take the couch and you stay here?” I suggest. 

“No, no. Lee you are not sleeping on the couch. For one I would have to be a major jackass to do that, and two my mother would literally kill me.” 

I laugh a little, “Ok, well I don’t want you on the couch… just stay in here. I think we are old enough to sleep in the same bed.” 

He hesitates, “Are you sure, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Little butterfly’s are in my stomach now. 

“Yes, I am sure. I’m ok with it if you are.” 

He looks back to the door and then to me, “Ok, but if you ever want me to leave, just say so.” 

I nod, “I will, promise.” 

“Go ahead and shower in here, I’ll use the guest shower.” He says while digging into his drawers. 

“Ok.” I walk into the bathroom, get undressed, throw my hair in a messy bun since I decided not to wash it, and turn the water on so scolding hot, just the way I like it. 

I wash my b*dy with the Dove Men’s and b*dy wash thats there, it smells manly and just like Damion… I love it. 

When I am done, I turn the water off, put a towel on, and dry off. I look in the cabinets and thankfully find some lotion. I would hate to have crocodile legs. 

After putting in the lotion, I put the T–shirt and boxers on. I have to roll the boxers four times to get them to fit, but I don’t mind. 

I use some water to rinse off the left over mascara and look in the mirror to make sure I got it all off. Thats when I see the hickey it’s below my ear. 

I knew it. 

There is nothing I can do to fix it, so I just walk out of the bathroom. 

I immediately see Damion laying on the bed scrolling through his phone with wet hair, a pair of boxers, and a black T–shirt on just like the one he gave me. He looks good enough to eat. 

Stop being a horny b*tch. 

“Hey do you happen to have an extra toothbrush?” I ask nervously. 

He looks at me and for a moment his eyes flash that same black color they do when he’s jealous, angry, or turned on, “Uhh, yeah. Under the sink.” 

“Ok thanks.” I turn around and walk back into the bathroom and brush my teeth. 

After I rinse my mouth, I let my hair down and walk back into the room while turning off the bathroom light. 

He is still laying down, but now he is pulling at his shirt like it’s annoying him. I laugh a little. 

“What the hell are you doing?” I say while sitting on the bed next to him. 

With his eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched he says, “I don’t usually sleep in a shirt, its 

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uncomfortable.” 

I would be and idiot to not want to see him shirtless, even though I am not supposed to want to. 

“Just take it off then.” I say with an obvious tone. 

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” 

I roll 

my eyes and blurt out, “Damion, not two hours ago you had your hand down my pants, I think we are past me being uncomfortable seeing your shirtless.” 

He looks surprised that I said anything. 

Nonetheless he sighs and takes the shirt of, and if he isn’t a sight to see. He has tattoos all over his b*dy, abs I could wash laundry on, arms that could squeeze the life out of me, and a back that I want to have my scratches on. 

My breathing picks up a bit and I turn away before he notices. 

“You know if you wanted to see my shirtless you could have just asked.” He says while smirking. 

I tuck my bottom l*p in between my teeth and fight back a smile, “Whatever, go to sleep.“. 

I lay down facing away from Damion and he turn the light off. We don’t say anything, and the silence is killing me, but about thirty minutes later I can no longer keep my eyes open, so I sleep. 

Middle of the night 

I slowly wake up with a groan. 

Holy f***, why is it so hot it here? 

I finally register that Damion is now basically on top of me and he is about 1000°. I am sweating, but he looks too peaceful to wake up. So, I drag the shirt up a little from the top so that I don’t have to move Damion’s arm, then as quietly as possible I shimmy my way out of the boxers so that I am in just my underwear and shirt. 

Damion groans a little, so I stop moving and wait for a solid minute. He seems to be back asleep so roll the shirt up so that it sits right above the start of my under boob. 

After a few minutes, I manage get back to sleep, but before I know it someone is shaking me awake and pulling me onto their lap.