Caged by Sophie Davis

Author:Sophie Davis [Davis, Sophie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Teen & Young Adult, Love & Romance, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction, Romance, Paranormal & Fantasy, Dystopian
Amazon: B007Y8O692
Publisher: Sophie Davis Books
Published: 2013-12-30T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

That evening, I arrived at Donavon’s room with dinner in hand. He opened the door just as I raised my hand to knock. He was wearing only black pants and a black belt, his chest bare and his shaggy hair still a little damp. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“Hi,” I stammered.

“I didn’t know that we were picnicking for dinner,” he gestured to the bag that I held.

“I thought that it would be more fun if it was just us.” He gave me a skeptical look. “Besides I hate the cafeteria,” I said quickly. Truthfully, I was avoiding Erik.

Donavon opened the door wider, and I brushed past him into the room. He caught my arm, and I turned to meet his clear blue eyes. He leaned down just as I rose to stand on my tiptoes, and our lips met in the middle. Dropping the paper bag holding our dinner, I wrapped both of my arms around his neck. I willed the door shut and heard it slam in response.

The air seemed to rush out of the room with the closing of the door. Penny’s voice filled my head, and I inwardly sighed. What was I doing? I pushed lightly on Donavon’s shirtless chest.

“Sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all.

“I just don’t know what’s really going on between us,” I started to ramble.

“You don’t need to say anything, Tal.” He gave me a genuine smile. “Let’s eat. I’m starving.” I picked up the paper bag and withdrew two sandwiches, each with thick slabs of turkey, smothered in a creamy cranberry mayo on cornbread. I spread out napkins on the floor while Donavon watched hungrily.

“Please put on a shirt,” I mumbled.

“Am I distracting you?” he teased.

“No, it’s unhygienic to eat without clothes on,” I shot back. Even to my own ears, my voice sounded unconvincing. The look he gave he me told me that he didn’t believe me either, but he turned and began rummaging through his closet in search of a shirt.

“There are drinks in that mini cooler under the night table behind you,” he said, his back to me. I turned around, opened the cooler, and fished out two bottles of water.

“Any chance you have salt? I forgot to pick some up,” I said, sheepishly.

“Um, yeah. In my desk drawer there are probably some packets,” he called over his shoulder.

I slid open his desk drawer and began searching for salt. I found several packets mingled with the loose papers and pencils clogging the interior. I fumbled to retrieve all of the loose packets, and my fingers brushed over a glossy surface – a picture. I pulled the photograph free from the mess; it was of a child, maybe a year old with shaggy blonde hair and oversized sunglasses, sitting on a lawn.

“Aww, you’re so cute in this picture!” I exclaimed. Smiling, I turned to show Donavon the photograph in my hand. My grin faded when I took in Donavon’s tense expression. A trickle of fear leaked from his mind before he sent up his mental barricades.

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