Forgotten Royalty (Escaping The Throne) by Tiffany Wood Read Free Book Online

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good use. I spent the next twenty minutes drying his shoes with the hair dryer
while Aunt Lynn sat out there torturing him.

Damian’s POV
    “So, Damian, tell me what classes do you have with Sara? Did you get to
talk to her much today?”
    Is this really happening? I go from trying to stay away from her, to
protecting her, to getting the third degree from her aunt. I suppose it could
be worse. She could be coaching me on not having sex.
    “Actually, I am in all of her classes. She helped me out a lot today.
We did get to talk some in study hall but not much other than that. She helped
me audition for the play. I needed a partner and didn’t know anyone else.”
    That made her smile, “So you joined the drama club too? Did you meet
Shaun? You know, he and Sara have been friends since Kindergarten. Where is
that girl?”
    This is my chance, “Why don’t I go see what’s taking her so long?” I
hop up before she can answer and hurry off in the direction that Sara had gone.
I didn’t need to know where, I could smell her. “Hey, are you using a hair
dryer on my shoes?” I start laughing.
    “What’s so funny? Would you rather I threw them in the dryer and had
the belt break? If that happened you might have to stay here even longer to fix
it and who knows what else Aunt Lynn can come up with to talk about.”
    Ah, so she knew that her aunt was drilling me for information. “I think
I could handle anything she may ask me.” I lift her onto the dryer with her
legs spread around my waist.
    “You like to live dangerously, don’t you?” She asks slightly out of
breath.
    Not that she seemed to mind, I probably could have laid her on the
floor at that point and she wouldn’t have cared. “Just proving a point, I’m
dangerous.” With that, I took my shoes, and turned to leave.
    “Wait a minute. Where did that come from? What are you talking about?”
She begins to storm after me.
    I couldn’t tell her. “Just giving you something to think about before
the next time you touch me.” The next time? I wanted to take her to her room
now and lay with her. Stop it! Take control of yourself. “Are you coming to
school tomorrow?”
    She looked down at her hands, “Will you be there?”
    I turn towards her, “I don’t have anywhere else to be.”
    She looks up into my eyes and her thoughts begin flowing into my mind,
“Will you miss me if I’m not there?”
    I turn away. Why was she playing this game with me? Doesn’t she realize
she’s going to get hurt?
    She puts her hand around my bicep and pulls me toward her, “Do you want
to pretend that we didn’t kiss?”
    I never wanted to forget that kiss, but I couldn’t answer her. I walked
to the living room, politely thanked her aunt and told her that I was leaving.
As I headed to the door, I heard Sara run back the hall to her room. She shut
the door softly so her aunt wouldn’t hear, but even after I shut their front
door, I could still hear her crying.

Sara’s POV
    Why did I think he would want me? I wasn’t beautiful and I didn’t wear
sexy clothes. I had a boy’s body structure and dull, dry hair. No boy in their
right mind would want me. I dressed in black all of the time. No one would want
to be around someone so depressing. I dried my tears before I started gathering
up my clothes. I unlocked my door and went back to the laundry room.
    I managed to have all of my clothes done in the washer before dinner
and put them in the dryer right before I headed to the shower. I decided I
wanted to burn the clothes that I was wearing now. I wasn’t sure how I would do
that without Aunt Lynn noticing though so I threw them in the trash. I don’t
want to remember anything about tonight. I use a scrub brush to wash my body. I
brushed my teeth and tongue like ten times before I went to bed. I cried myself
to sleep that night, and though I didn’t want to think about him, I dreamt of
my hero all night.
    I woke up early again and swear I saw him in the corner. My