Part 4

The last thing I expected to see when opening my bathroom door was Danny. She was frozen stiff and had a look of horror on her face.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked.

She didn’t answer me. I watched as her eyes traveled down my body, and I instantly remembered I was standing there fully nude. I quickly grabbed my towel from behind me and wrapped it around my waist.

The sudden movement made Danny come back to life and she hurried down the hall to the living room. I chased after her, knowing that this was my only chance to talk to her.

“Danny,” I called, “wait up!”

She didn’t even bother to hesitate at the sound of my voice.

I grabbed her arm to stop her.

“Get the fuck off me,” she said. She struggled to free herself from my grip, but I wasn’t about to let her go.

“No,” I answered. “We need to talk.”

“I don’t have anything to say to you.”

“Then I’ll talk. You listen.”

She seemed to consider this an acceptable offer because she stopped her futile attempt of getting away. I pulled her to the couch and tossed my coat next to the flowers on the table. She hesitantly sat down and I sat next to her.

“I’m sorry,” I started.

“Stop apologizing,” she muttered.

“Okay. Then let me start over with I know I fucked up. I did something utterly stupid to piss you off, but–”

“You don’t know what you did,” she finished.

“…Exactly. How do you know that?”

She’d avoided making eye contact with me since she’d walked away, but I could see her face turning red as she started to panic.

“I-I was…hiding in your closet,” she said.

I was confused, and then I thought back to when I walked in. I didn’t think much that my door was unlocked. When I saw the flowers, I assumed she just forgotten to lock up on her way out. Then, I realized the smell of her on my pillow was strong, too strong to be from earlier this morning.

“You were here when I got home,” I thought aloud. “Why?”

She fidgeted with the hem of her blouse trying to calm herself down. “When I got home from work, I came in to get my boots and…um…ended up falling asleep in your bed.”

More than hearing she’d played Goldilocks in my apartment, I was surprised that she had actually fallen asleep soundly enough that she spent hours in my bed. “You fell asleep.”

“Y-yeah,” she said, probably worried that I wouldn’t believe her.

“Without me,” I added.

I saw the realization on her face when it hit her. She finally looked at me in disbelief with a twinge of happiness. “Yeah.”


I then saw the joy quickly fade away. “No. I didn’t.”

“You didn’t fall asleep?” I asked.

“I did, but not without you,” she huffed. “I was in your bed, curled up in your sheets, lying on your pillow.” Her nose scrunched up like it did when she was mad. “I was practically surrounded by you.”

I felt bad that she’d come to that conclusion, until she muttered, “No wonder you only want to use me for sex. I’m a fucking mess.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, fully offended that she’d thought I felt that way about her.

She shook her head, as she noticed her slip up.

“Danny, what did you mean by that?”
“Nothing. It’s nothing,” she answered, glancing at the door. “I need to go.” She stood to try and leave, but I pulled her back down and pinned her to the couch.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I growled, staring her down.

I read the look of fear and excitement in her eyes. She was actually getting turned on by this, so I used it to my advantage.

I leaned down and slowly licked her neck. I felt her sharply inhale when my lips touched her skin. Danny freaked out when someone touched her neck when we were younger, and it didn’t take me long to find out that fear had turned into the fastest way to get her to do what I wanted, in, or out, of bed.

I stopped when I heard a soft moan escape her mouth. I pulled back and looked at her pink face. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. She was mine.

“Look at me,” I commanded. She opened her eyes and stared back at me. “What did I say to you to make you run out of my apartment this morning?”

She bit her lip, and I almost lost my edge. She looked so fucking sexy whenever she did that.

“Y-you accused me of only using you for sex and that I didn’t really care about you,” she whispered.


“T-then you started to tease me and…told me you wanted me as your girlfriend.”

Double fuck.

“Y-you wanted me to be yours.”

Triple fuck.

I’d pretty much accused her of what I’d been telling myself for the past few months, and then confessed my love for her. No wonder she’d been avoiding me. I’d avoid me after that shitstorm.

I felt her fidget underneath me, and I looked at her. I knew what the look on her face meant. She wanted more. I’d gotten her all riled up and then stopped. I was concerned, yet hopeful that she still wanted me after everything I’d done.

No matter how much it physically hurt to do so, I stood, giving her the chance to go free. When she didn’t move, I glance back at her. She wistfully stared at my towel like she longed for it to not be there.

“Danny,” I said, drawing her attention back to my face. “I didn’t mean what I said to you. I was drunk and had no right to say those things.”

The wave of disappointment that washed over her was very noticeable. She covered her face with her hands, but I heard a quiet sob escape. I’d made her cry…because I told her I didn’t mean it when I said I wanted her to be my girlfriend…

She was right. I was a jackass.

I sat back down and tried to coax her into my arms, but she wasn’t having it. The pain I felt from pissing her off was nothing compared to the crushing defeat of making her cry.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, and she kicked me.

“Fuck off!” she yelled as she sat up. “You don’t get to go batshit crazy one moment, then get all possessive the next, then whiny, then aggressive, and then follow it up by saying you’re sorry!”

Danny continued crying and yelling at me about everything she thought was wrong with me from my commitment issues to my lack of toaster waffles, all while smacking me with a pillow. I let her take out her aggression. If anyone deserved this kind of abuse, it was me. I could wait for her to finish because as soon as she did, she’d fall into my arms with no objection. I’d make sure of it.

“And lastly, you are so fucking manipulative and a jackass! Don’t tell me you love me to get what you want! It’s really shitty to mess with a girl’s heart like that!”

“I love you,” I said without thinking.

She stopped mid-hit and stared at me. “What?”

I’d said it. I couldn’t play it off. I wasn’t drunk. I couldn’t take it back, so I kept going. “I love you,” I calmly repeated.

“Bullshit,” she said.

I looked at her as sincere as I possibly could. “I love you.”

She threw the pillow at my face, but I caught it. “Stop lying to me!”

I grabbed her face and pulled her close. Gently, I pressed my lips to hers. I fought her for access to her tongue with mine, then hungrily intertwined them. I refused to let her pull away by placing my hand firmly on the back of her head. I wanted–no, needed her to taste all my feelings for her in this kiss. I didn’t stop, even when I started to run out of breath, until the hand she had on my arm loosened its grip and fell into my lap.

Letting her go, I closed my eyes, and waited for her to speak. I could almost hear her mind racing trying to make sense of everything I’d just thrown at her.

“You…you really do love me?” she asked.

I only nodded, pretty confident that I didn’t need to say anything else.

“O-okay…wow,” she sighed. “Um…I…I love you, too?”

I looked at her. “You sound unsure.”

“No. I…I definitely do. I’m just…in shock.” She picked at her bracelet. Our bracelet. “I love you,” she said sounding more assured.

I smiled, proud of myself, and reached for her hand. I lifted it up to my mouth and kissed it. Feeling her flinch at my touch, I held on a bit tighter. “Don’t leave. Stop running away,” I begged.

I watched as she considered, then accepted my offer. She started to move closer, but stopped.

“What?” I asked, seeing her face turn bright red.

“I-I want you,” she whispered. “Right now.”

Immediately, I stood, pulling her to her feet, and dragged her to my room. She followed without protest or another word.

Danny closed the door behind us, and I pushed her against it. I’d wanted to mess her up in the best way possible since I’d found her sneaking pass the bathroom. She hadn’t realized how she looked, probably from her unexpected nap. The first two buttons of her black shirt had come undone just enough to dare me to rip the rest of them off. Her tight bun had loosened, letting a few strands of her honey hair fall ever so perfectly, framing her face. Her navy skirt was just short and tight enough to be inviting, but long enough to tease the mystery. She already looked fucking amazing, but I knew under those clothes was the most beautiful body I’d ever seen.

I kissed her, rougher than before, and pulled out the few remaining pins from her hair. It fell, covering her shoulders, but not for long. Sweeping her locks to the side, I made quick work of removing her shirt, exposing the sexy red lace bra. I smirked at the sight, remembering her intense opposition to the lingerie when I gifted it to her last Christmas.

“Shut up,” she breathed, reading my thoughts.

“I didn’t say anything,” I teased.

“That stupid look on your face said enough,” she countered.

“I was thinking about–”

“Don’t,” she interjected. “Only think about me.”

Damn. She wasn’t kidding when she said she wanted me. “Yes, ma’am,” I answered, swiftly yanking off her skirt. Her fingers danced over my muscles and her eyes burned with anticipation. Not wanting to let her cool off, I lifted her off her feet, and she reacted by wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my torso.

Our mouths moved against each other as I carried her to the bed and she tousled my hair. Lips never separating, I sat her down and undid her bra while she slipped off her matching panties. She pulled away and we quietly stared at each other. I looked over her waiting body centered on my bed, and I mentally planned where I’d start.

“You are definitely spending the night,” I mused, “and we’re both calling out sick tomorrow.”

“If you apologize even once, I’m out of here,” she replied. “No more second chances.”

I chuckled, letting the last piece of fabric between us fall around my ankles. “I’m not apologizing for a damn thing.”

<Part 3          |         Part 5>



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