Damon

Chapter 22- Second Day Of Cooking Classes

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"Oh fudge" I wince as I peel the bandage off myself.

This was a mistake. But it was worth it.

"Ella! Hurry up! We need to go!" Damon shouts from downstairs.

I like that he calls me Ella again.

"Coming!" I shout, not moving from place.

I'm standing in the bathroom,  with only my black shorts on and my red bra.

Damon said I have to change it two days later, but it was itching me, so I scratched it, and then it started to sting. I just want to see if it's bleeding, because it turned really red.

I walk out of the bathroom, and out of the room.

"Damon! Can you come and help me?" I call from the stairs.

He looks up and his eyes widen slightly.

"You're not ready?" He asks walking upstairs.

"I just need help with this again. It's gone red a lot, and it itches" I say and he sighs

"Hurry up" he walks to my room and I smile.

He's going to help me. I know he doesn't really want to divorce me.

I follow him to the bathroom, as he gets the first aid kit out.

"I'm going to change it again for you. And when it itches, it's getting better. It's the same with piercing" I frown, standing in front of him, and he gets down on his knees.

Damon looks hot today. He's wearing black jeans with a navy blue shirt, and a leather jacket.

This is the first time I have seen him in a leather jacket. Well anything other than a blazer.

He unwraps the bandage around my hip, and I gasp as I see red underneath it.

"It's okay Ella. It happens. It's your first time getting a tattoo, so it's normal. You can't itch it anymore, okay?" He looks up at me and I nod

"It's going to get infected right? I read online that you should do things out of your comfort zone, and a tattoo is way out of my comfort zone. But now? Now I have second thoughts. Not on the exact tattoo, but the way it's going to heal. What if it doesn't heal?" I look at him with wide eyes.

"It will. It'll heal." He wipes an wipe on it, and then another one to dry it.

He stands up, and wraps the bandage around my hip slowly, walking around me. I pull my hair to one side, as he stands in front of me.

He bends down and ties it gently.

"There. Now don't itch it. We have to leave this on for at least a day. If you keep changing it, then it could get infected" I nod as he stands up.

I pick up my white top, and wear it.

He frowns at me. I frown back.

"What's wrong?" I ask

"You can't wear that. You can see y-your b-bra" his cheeks turn pink slightly.

I smile.

"I'm going to wear" he frowns.

"Not you're not. I don't want people staring at you. I don't care but it's raining outside. So no" I sigh and nod.

I walk around him and out of the bathroom towards my closet.

I pick out a dark blue lace top and smile at it.

We'll match.
I take the white top off.

I pull the blue top over my head, pulling my hair out, from under the shirt.