Surrender -Under Re-Write

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Daniel's POV

As Angelique walks into the bathroom to change I let out the breath I've been holding since she asked about the scars on my back.

God I'm such an idiot. I run my hands through my hair roughly trying to get a grip before I freak out right in front of her.

I should've locked the door. I should've ran faster. I shouldn't have worn a white fucking T-shirt tonight. Then again I didn't expect to get launched into a half assed pond tonight either.

When I took off I made sure to laugh to avoid any questions about me being mad. I knew I'd be questioned for running off so quickly but coming up with a lie for that would've been easier than explaining the scars on my back.

Normally I would've sensed Angelique coming but when I feel as much anxiety as I did then it's like all my senses are blocked. All I can hear is my own racing heart, and all I can feel are my own swirling emotions. Of course her scent should've been a dead giveaway that she was near, but I overlooked it because we had been in here earlier.

When I heard her gasp it through me off guard, and when I turned to see her horrified face I knew she had gotten a clear view.

I sat on the edge of the bed trying to keep my emotions at bay. I was worried that telling her my story would send me into another panic attack like the other night, and I didn't want her to see me like that.

I snap my head up to the door when I hear the knob turn. I look up to see Angelique standing in the doorway in my T-shirt and shorts.

If I wasn't about to tell her my fucked up story I'd be super turned on by the sight. You read and hear stories of a girl wearing her boyfriends clothes and the guy always makes a big deal out of it. I didn't really see why it was such a big deal until I laid my eyes on her.

"What?" She says nervously as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. Her delicate hands play with the hem of the T-shirt that was way too big for her small frame. I couldn't decide if she was sexy, cute, or beautiful. If it wasn't possible to be all three then she made it possible.

"Nothing." I say shaking my head with a small smile. I don't think it would be appropriate to express my thoughts right now.

"Come here." I say reaching a hand out for her.

She walks to me slowly and I take her hand and pull her to stand between my legs. I wrap my arms around her waist tightly and rest my head in the crook of her neck and take in her sweet scent.

Her arms wrap around my neck as she lays her head down on top of mine. The feeling of her body against mine was enough to clear the haze in my head.

"Who hurt you baby?" She asks softly as her fingers tangle themselves in the hair at the nape of my neck.

I hold her tighter. If this wasn't an emotional moment I'd be teasing her at the fact that she called me baby. God I feel like every one of our sweet moments is ruined by my issues.

I reluctantly pull away from our embrace and look into her beautiful eyes.

She steps away from me and takes a seat next to me on the edge of the bed and takes my hand in hers.