KNIFE INTIMIDATING

Wilona's P.O.V

I wanted to see him properly, to touch him and see the beauty which my eyes usually blurred me from seeing. I wanted to be in his arms again, hated this stupid space between us as we both stood awkwardly.

"I made breakfast," I say suddenly as I look up to his dark, oceanic swirls which held me still under them. "I was coming to ask if you wanted to join me."

To join me? What the fuck am I, thirty and asking my co-worker if he wants to smoke too?!

Damon's deep chuckles ease my nerves as he closes his door and steps up to me, invading my space but not touching me. I look up at him, chest heaving and heart swooning, he'd never touch me unless I wanted him to. A fact which warmed me even more for him.

"I was just going to cook and come ask you the same." He reveals making me snort.

"Great minds think alike." I offer helplessly as I step closer to him. I drag my hand off the knob and into his which hung empty beside him, I fill the space and smile when my vision clears enough to reveal the masterpiece which came packaged as an adonis.

I tiptoe, making sure to make my movements slow enough for him to pull away if he wanted to. But he doesn't, instead, he leans in.

Damon didn't change his mind.

I close my eyes to stop the tears that simple acknowledge triggered and grip his hand tighter. He meets my lips with gentle want as I press mine to his with soft want. We both hum our satisfaction at the connection, something I'd been craving since the night we parted and even before, drowning from finally having it.

I step back down after a moment, content and lax with the brief sparks the kiss granted me with, riveting my body with shockwaves. I smile up at Damon, pecking him one more time because I couldn't help it, he smiles back at me when we part, eyes gleaming and kind as always. His grip on my hand doesn't waver as I drag him inside.

Damon comes willingly, shutting the door behind him as he steps in only to come face to face with his number one hater. Sassy stands at Damon's presence, growling angrily before going outside to the patio to be alone.

"You'd think I spayed the bitch," Damon grumbles with a deep frown as he watches her walk away. I slap his chest angrily but he doesn't even flinch, just redirects his attention to me. "What? She is a bitch, literally."

"Let's just eat," I say rolling my eyes as I pull him to the table.

"Fuck, you said breakfast, not a feast." Damon praises as his eyes dart around the set table. I smile with pride but don't say anything to admit to it.

Then he turns to face me, awed eyes filling with something I didn't recognize but I don't get a chance to as he pulls me to him, caging me within his grasp as he claims my mouth as his and I open willingly. My fingers scratch at the back of his neck making him shiver as our tongues meet, I smile and repeat the action, loving the way his arms held me tight and safe. When we part, Damon's blue eyes are slightly dazed but bright as if glowing for me. I stare at them, admiring their beauty as he stares at me.

"Why is it that we only hang out when there's food?" Damon asks making my eyebrows meet slightly, slow realization creeping in.

"Because food is amazing and brings people together?" I offer pathetically but he doesn't smile so I try being serious. "Because I work and by the time I'm finished it's too dark to do anything fun."

"We don't have to wait until night." He suggests with hopeful eyes. "You're not working today are you?" I shake my head. "Then stick with me today, we can hang out in my place, walk your stupid dog or I could show you my knife collection."

"She's not stupid." I snap angrily but he just mutters something untangible beneath his breath. "And you have a knife collection? I know you said you had more, but a collection?"

"Does that freak you out?" He asks with eyes full of worry as he looked at me with regret. "Sorry."

"It doesn't freak me out, don't apologize," I say as I think about the best way to put it. "It's just different, that's all." When the shimmer in his eyes fades and he bows his head, I quickly scramble to correct myself. "Different doesn't always mean bad, it can be good. It's good with you, I like different."

His head shoots up, smile wide looking at me like an excited puppy I'd just thrown a bone. I smile and rub at his nape a little more, and I can't help but chuckle at the way his stiff body melts like butter.

"Can we eat now? I'm hungry." I confess and he nods quickly, seemingly having the same thought. With one last peck, we pull apart and take our seats at the small table with Damon caging my legs between his as we ate.

It's a little distressing how quickly Damon and I scuff down the breakfast, conversation a desolate partner accompanying us between the meal. But it was okay because silence with Damon wasn't awkward or weird, it was comfortable and I liked it.

It let me enjoy the world without fearing it, without fearing for the worse or the actions of the people in which it harbored. The silence let me live, let me breathe, it let me close my eyes and enjoy things I usually forgot trying to watch my back. That all slipped away because I had someone's looking out for now.

I wasn't alone anymore. Damon hadn't changed his mind.

So I smile back when Damon looks up at me, lips closed around a mouthful of waffles and a piece of sausage as if caught in a horrible action. I smile back and laugh, soaking in the peace he brought with him without knowing he carried it.

After breakfast and a quick clean up, I leave an angry Sassy behind to go to an angry Blaze.

Blaze, the bulky thing, greeted his owner with nothing but happiness and eagerness. I can't lie, he may be big but it just added to his cuteness. But I couldn't not laugh when he fell over in his rush to get to Damon, I turned around to hide it when Damon shot me an angered glare while rushing over to collect the bunny that was struggling to get back up.

When I tried to greet Blaze, after several minutes of trying to get my shit together, he just stared at me and I swear those big, black eyes narrowed with loathing. When he was sure I saw it in his eyes, the little fucker hopped away, telling me loud and clear that I was not worth his time.

"Why do both of our pets hate us?" I question, standing back up and making my way to the kitchen.

"Because we're dickheads." He supplies and I nod in agreement.

I follow behind him as he walks deeper into his apartment, directing me to sit and wait on his sofa. I do so without a complaint, mind partially aware that I was coming to see Damon's knife collection.

I could admit that it was weird, at least but this world's standards, but Damon got excited whenever a knife entered the occasion and who was I to take that away from him. Besides, it was important to him, he said his dad taught him how to use them and it was the only time he'd mentioned his parents in the two months we've known one another.

I wondered if they were shit parents like mine, or at the vest least, a little better. They had to be, he actually mentioned them, even if it was just one time. I portrayed myself as an orphan because, in truth, that was what I basically was.

"So, these aren't all but they're my favorites so it's okay," Damon says with overflowing excitement as he comes into the room carrying a small, black bag between his hands.

He sits down beside me and places the back in the space between us, opening it like a gift on Christmas day revealing a plethora of sharp-edged tools, dagger, and knives of all sizes pilled over one another.

Damon sticks his hand a picks up a black knife, the handle and blade were all black with a rigged handle that was shaped perfectly to fit in Damon's grip as it did now. The center of the blade had a space which was thin and long enough to fit see through but not wide enough to fit a finger through. Somehow the gap was what made the knife look truly intimidating.