Unwritten Endings [Daniel Ricciardo]

The Fashion Show

The next morning, I woke up feeling fully rested. Which was weird because I woke up way too early than I had expected when I looked at the alarm clock on Daniel's nightstand. 

His body plastered onto mine, his arm heavy over my waist as I listened to the small snores leaving his lips as he clearly was nowhere near of waking up, I smiled as I remembered the events from last night. How we both finally actually confessed how deeply addicted we clearly were to each other. How I could finally not feel embarrassed over my feelings about him, and that I finally got the answer that he clearly had been feeling the same about me. 

And the best part of today was, that neither of us had anywhere to be, except for being in each other's company for the rest of the day if that's what we wanted. To just curl up in each other's arms and just enjoy being him and I, none of us having to be somewhere else. 

I knew exactly how I wanted to wake up Daniel this morning, giving back for how great he took care of me in St. Tropez. I had seen how he always managed to get at least a couple of pancakes on his breakfast plate whenever he got the chance, and I knew that my pancakes were one of the best ones to be made. 

So as I quickly made sure that he was still in full sleep, before seeing if he reacted by my try of removing his heavy arm that first tried to move me back closer to him, his nose nuzzling into the curve of my neck. I lied still for a couple of seconds, listening to his breaths that kept the same pace, each one just as deep as the other one. 

Giving it a second try, I finally managed to remove his hold around me, before I quietly climbed out of the big bed that made me feel like I was sleeping on clouds after we both reached our climax last night. I quickly understood what Daniel had meant about how much he loved to sleep in his own bed whenever he got the chance, because if I thought that hotel beds were comfortable, it was nothing compared to his one. 

If anyone would've seen me as I sneaked around in his bedroom, that was still as dark as the night, they would've laughed as I tried to find my panties that I clearly had thrown into a distance unknown yesterday. Just as I thought about to give up on my hunt, as I stole Daniel's shirt he wore yesterday to cover myself up with, I nearly stumbled on them as they got stuck into my toes. 

Rolling my eyes at my clumsiness, I looked over at Daniel before sneaking out through the bedroom door, making sure to close it just enough to not wake him up as I would surely make some noise in the kitchen. 

With gratefulness that my phone still had the accessibility to connect to Daniel's speakers that he had around his apartment, I put on some low music once I picked up my phone from my handbag, that still laid on the floor, shattered next to my high heels after I tried to quickly get away from Daniel last night. 

Giggling, I put our shoes to the side before placing my handbag on his counter. 

A part of me hoped that the music, or at least the smell of the pancakes in the making could wake Daniel up just in time for them to be eaten. But I didn't dare waking him up myself as I tried to find my way around the kitchen, taking out everything I would need for my small surprise breakfast for him while I swayed my hips to the music, my hair pulled up into a messy bun. 

If I ever thought about trying to be somehow quiet while Daniel slept in a bit longer, it was impossible when my playlist decided to play 'Knees'  by Ocean Alley, giving me no other option than to sing along to the lyrics, the very song making it impossible not to get into the mood. 

Flipping the pancakes in the pan, I was just about to turn around to get the plate that I placed on the kitchen island, making it ready to get another pair of freshly made pancakes into the stack as I nearly fell down onto the floor, seeing a very much awake Daniel in front of me.