Damien and I avoided each other for the rest of the day. It was quite easy to do, because even when I couldn't see him coming, I could feel him. The electricity between seemed to travel around, never disappearing completely but buzzing uncontrollably when we got too close. It traveled up and down my body, making me vibrate in strange places, setting everything in me on fire. I tried to avoid feeling that as much as possible. So instead I got to know Damien's family.
His parents turned out to be really cool. His mom was quiet, but enthusiastic. She was constantly talking about the wedding, scurrying about the castle holding papers and talking to people and measuring things. What I found weird is that she never took my measurements for a wedding dress. How does she already know my size? I didn't think much about it, though, because honestly I was relieved. I despised dresses and shopping and anything too girly. It was all very boring to me. So I was happy to just let her deal with the details.
Damien's dad was usually busy so I didn't see him much, but when I did see him he was always really happy and hyper. He was very encouraging of Damien and I's relationship. He seemed to have it on a fast track, seeing as he had already picked out names for my great-grandchildren. I just grinned and bared it all. It was actually kind of funny. Me and Damien practically killed ourselves to get away from each other. One time Damien literally jumped off the banister he was leaning against on the third floor. I had freaked out and gone to check on him but he wasn't there. A few hours later he had come out of the kitchen, slurping something from a cup, and I had ran into a closet and slammed the door, not coming out for hours. Every time Jack and Chloe witnessed our awkward run-ins they started bursting out laughing, making crude comments and innuendoes that didn't help one single bit.
I still hadn't met Damien's brother and I wasn't particularly looking forward to it. I was always wary when I walked alone in unfamiliar hallways, keeping an eye out for anyone that I didn't know. Besides a few butlers running around there were no unknown guys. My wedding was only two days away now. i was kind of excited and very nervous. Well, I was more nervous about the after part, I guess. I wasn't sure how to do any of that stuff. I had never even had a boyfriend before, let alone had sex with anyone. I didn't want to get pregnant, either. I was probably going to be a failure as a mom. I had no idea how to raise a kid. They always seemed sticky and messy and loud. They never stopped crying. How was I supposed to handle that. It wasn't like I had a short temper or anything, but what if I got really angry and yelled at them and they hated me. Raising a kid is hard, but raising a kid that hates you is just freaking impossible.
I sighed and plopped down on mine and Damien's huge bed, putting my head in my hands. I didn't want my kid to hate me. I wanted to have a good relationship with my children. I wanted them to be nice and respectful and obedient. And quiet. And what if Damien decided that he couldn't handle it, either. Then I would be left to raise a baby all on my own. What if Damien decided to leave me? I loved him already, I didn't want him to leave me! But what if he got sick of me? What if he starts to hate me? What if he meets someone prettier than me and decides he wants to marry her instead? Which is very likely to happen. What if he...
Arms suddenly wrapped around me, cutting off my train of thought. I quickly twisted around to come face to face with Damien. I should've known it was him. I was too preoccupied with my fretting and worrying that I didn't even feel that stupid magnetic pull that practically forced our bodies together. My whole body pulsed and I started to struggle.
"Schuyler, please. It's alright. Just fight it for a second. We need to talk." I looked at Damien's face questioningly. What did he mean? He looked really serious.
"Okay, what about?" I asked, fidgeting a little. This was getting more and more uncomfortable by the second. All I wanted to do was push him back on the bed and crash my lips with his and...
No! I shook my head and looked up at him. His expression was strained, but also amused. I glared at him. He had heard my thoughts. Great. "Is no place private?" I questioned. "Not even my head?" Damien chuckled and kissed the top of my head, shocking my whole frame in a very pleasant way.
"Sorry, love, but it's not something I can help. And I'm kind of glad. Why are you stressing yourself out about such things?" he asked me in an old-fashioned tone.