Loving Mr. Daniels
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Clearing his throat, he sat up straight. “Last but not least, number four. Be named Daniel Daniels and Ashlyn Jennings.” He folded the paper and placed it back inside my book.
“What?! It says that?! Well, crapballs. That’s three out of four steps we have. I think that’s pretty good.”
“But it’s not perfect,” he argued. His fingers ran through his hair, making it a bit messy. He didn’t look like Mr. Daniels anymore. Just Daniel. Just handsome, talented Daniel.
“Humans weren’t made to be perfect, Daniel. We were made to screw up, f**k up, and learn new things. We were made perfectly imperfect.”
He narrowed his eyes and moved in closer to me. His fingers brushed my hair behind my ear. The small touch awakened anything that might have been sleeping within me.
“Why did you have to be my student?”
A smile crept on my face. “Because God has a sick sense of humor.” My eyes moved to the flowers Daniel must have bought for his mom. They were a bouquet of daisies. My favorite flower. “I love those ones, too,” I said, gesturing toward the flowers.
“Mom would have liked you a lot. I just know it. Dad would have thought you were too smart for me.”
I grinned. “He sounded like a wise man.”
I shivered a bit from the chilled breeze and he frowned. “You’re cold.”
“I’m okay.”
He took my hands into his and started rubbing them, warming me up. I wondered if he knew how much his touch meant to me. How much I missed that touch.
“Can I tell you a secret without this getting weird?” I whispered as I watched his chest rise and fall with each breath he took.
“Yes,” he muttered.
His face softened, and when he turned to look at me, I felt my heart set on fire. Those undeniable strong feelings of desire, those evident urges I had… All I wanted to do was kiss him. I wanted to kiss him so much that if it never led to anything else, I would be fine with that. His lips alone had the power to make me live forever. How could I never be more than your friend?
“I like holding your hand,” I said. “I really like holding your hand. It makes me feel…important.”
“You are important.” His words were so raw that it made me almost shatter into a million pieces.
His thumb started circling the inside of my palm and my brain went into shutdown mode. I felt his hands travel under my legs, and he lifted me, placing me in his lap. My legs wrapped around his waist.
I fit perfectly against him. So perfectly that I was almost certain that we both had been created for one another. He was my missing puzzle piece. Our faces remained so close that I couldn’t tell if our lips were connected as one or not. His words made love to the air as he repeated himself.
“You are so f**king important.”
I wondered if he knew how he controlled my heartbeats.
A breath released from my lips. I placed my hands on his chest and laid my head against his shoulder, where I lightly kissed his neck. I felt his hands around my back pull me even closer. He rested his chin on the top of my head. His heart beats increased against me. I loved the idea that I made his heart race.
“Tell me about them, friend.”
A deep inhale was felt against him. “Mom was a music teacher. Dad was an English professor.”
“You’re a mix of both.”
“I’m a mix of both.”
“I know what happened to your father…but what happened to your mom?”
He lowered his shoulders and took a deep inhale. “She was murdered.”
I gasped. I looked up and ran my fingers through his hair, and then I stilled myself. “I’m so sorry.” I said, not knowing what else could be said.
He gave me a sad smile and shrugged. His blue eyes made love with mine and I placed my mouth against his full lips, giving him a gentle peck.
“I think you’re beautiful,” I whispered, echoing what he’d said to me in a text message many weeks back. “And I don’t mean your looks. I mean your smarts, your protectiveness, your brokenness. I think that’s beautiful.”
His hand wrapped around my neck and he pulled me closer, his taste covering my lips, his body heat warming every inch of my body. “I don’t want to be your friend,” he said. We breathed in together and exhaled in harmony. “I want to be yours, I want you to be mine, and I hate that we can’t be us. Because I think we were meant to be us.”
“How is it that we never get to spend time together, but I feel like you know me better than anyone? How is it that I keep falling for you?”
The look of wonder in his eyes was beautiful. It was as if he had been wondering the same thing about me. “I don’t know. Maybe because when hearts are set on fire, no complications can extinguish the flame.”
“It can be a secret,” I softly promised. “Our secret—one hundred percent ours.”
His lips pressed against mine, and everything in the world shut up. Everything in the universe stopped. He brought me to a place of pure emotion, lifting all sadness and replacing it with comfort.
His lips were softer than I remembered yet filled with more passion, more intensity. My hands ran across the hem of his shirt and I slid it up, feeling his tight physique under the cotton material. “Ash,” he muttered. His tongue parted my lips and began to become well acquainted with mine.
My mouth gaped opened as my breaths sped up. His mouth traveled to my neck, where he began sucking and running his tongue in a circular motion. I felt my ni**les harden under my dress as a breeze brushed across our bodies and he laid his mouth against mine again. His fingers slid to my spaghetti strap and he lowered it off my shoulder, giving me gentle kisses all the way down. I felt his hands cup my br**sts through the dress, and I moaned lightly, loving the way he held me, the way he touched me, the way he knew me.
“We shouldn’t,” he warned, but I wasn’t certain if he was warning himself or me.
I covered his lips before he could try to stop it from happening. I’d never been so sure about anything in my life. I couldn’t pinpoint why, but I’d never felt as safe as I did right there in the darkness with someone who was hurting just like me. Whenever I was near him, there was a profound sense of security and comfort. Daniel Daniels felt like home.
Chapter 15
So she kissed me with her eyes
And then with those hips.