From Me to Us

Chapter Twenty Two

OLIVIA

When we get to his room, Daniel immediately strips from his clothes and heads for the bathroom.

"You coming?" He asks.

"Yep, in a second." He doesn't question me and heads into the bathroom. He's completely naked. He seems to already be so comfortable with me and I find myself being jealous of him.

I still get nervous around him and I don't think that'll change any time soon.

I sit on the bed and rifle through my bag, getting my nightie that I wore earlier tonight after my first shower.

I pad to the bathroom and walk in. The room is steamy and I can barely make out the large outline of Daniels body in the shower.

I tug my dress over my body and drop it to the ground and slowly make my way into the huge shower.

Daniels back is to me as he washes his chest with a black loofa.

I flatten my hand on his back to let him know I'm there and he drags me in front of him. I'm fully aware that he can see me and I cower a little away from him. Folding in on myself when he looms over me, water cascading down his neck and face to his tanned chest.

He leans over me, his hands on the wall on either side of my face. I timidly cover my hands over the most intimate parts of my body as he looms over me.

He snatches my hands away, baring my full body in the light. The first real time he's ever seen me fully naked in light. "You've already made the mistake of letting me touch you that night on the roof, you're well and truly fucked now, Princess."

I know now that I truly am.

He steps away from me, letting the grasp that he has on my wrists go to fully see me. All of me.

He groans when he sweeps his eyes all over my breasts, stomach, thighs and the area that I realise right now, I should've shaved. Fuck.

Heat swells in his gaze and he moves lightning fast. He grips my jaw with both of his hands and tilts my face up to gently kiss my lips. It doesn't last long though, the gentleness I mean. He shoves his tongue into my mouth and devours me. The water flows over our moving lips and my hair sticks to my face because of the heat.

I pull away from him, tonight has been eventful enough as it is. We need to stop rushing into doing stuff. I get it, we are horny as fuck but we need to cool it for a bit.

He seems to get it straight away that I don't want to do anymore. He just grabs the soap and moves his loofa across my body. When he's done, I do the same to him. Taking my time as I touch and feel every inch of his skin. I know he's hard but we both choose to ignore it and get out of the shower.

When we're dressed and ready for bed, I snuggle in next to him on his soft, luxurious bed and grab the bag of snacks to open while he puts on a Netflix series.

His big flat screen tv is opposite to his bed, perfect for us to comfortably watch it.

We don't speak much. The silence is so comfortable that we don't feel the need to fill it with unnecessary chatter.