From Dream to Reality 13.‎Does love always win? Haunted by memories of the past

Chapter 4: ‎He should have known better

****DANIEL'S POINT OF VIEW***

After waking up at seven in the morning, I groan and get up to take a shower knowing I won't go back to sleep. The events of the night before hit me like a ton of bricks and I climbed into the sink and winked as I remembered exactly how I had treated Darren. I'll be lucky if he ever talks to me again. Who am I kidding? He probably hates me now.‎

‎I step into the hot shower and sigh as the water slides down my body. I don't have much time to enjoy it because I want to talk to Darren before we have to go to breakfast with the rest of the band and Leonie. I quickly shake off the night and wash my hair faster than usual. In my haste, I get shampoo in my eyes and curse out loud, blindly reaching for the towel before the shower. I wipe my eyes and blink, cleaning them.‎

Without further ado, I finish my shower and step out onto the carpet, allowing myself to just dribble onto it, a puddle forming around my feet. I watch it get bigger for a moment, then I grab another towel and run it roughly through my hair, then wrap it around my waist. I walk back to my room and dig through my clothes. I chose jeans and a T-shirt and put them on. I grab Darren's room key from my other pair of pants and give myself up once, deciding to look good and walk out the door, paddling barefoot down the hall to Darren's room to return the key he accidentally left with me.

‎I slip in quietly, grinning when I hear the water running. Good, he's in the shower. I take a seat on the couch and wait for him to come through. I don't have to wait long because five minutes later the bathroom door opens and the steam comes on and she walks out and screams and sees me on her couch. She blushes a pretty pink color and drops her hands from her hair to grip the towel a little tighter around her waist.‎

******DARREN HAYES' POINT OF VIEW *****

- Um, what are you doing here? He says with a wink after saying that. I laugh to myself.‎

‎I raise my eyebrows and say, "Well, good morning to you too."‎

She blinks at me, looking adorably confused. - I wish you a good morning.‎

‎I stand up from the couch and walk closer to him, grinning evilly at him. I know you're confused and I'm starting to freak you out

‎- So, uh, what are you doing? He stammers, still looking confused and a little scared.‎

‎"I'm sorry for last night. I overreacted and I'm sorry. I don't hate you. I could never hate you." Leaning closer, letting my breath caress her, I watched with amusement as she shivered and goosebumps broke out on her neck and shoulders. I grin even wider at him.‎

‎- I forgave you. I'm glad you don't hate me." He smiles at me, but I can tell he wants to say more, but he doesn't want to force me either. But that's not all I want from him now.‎

****DANIEL'S POINT OF VIEW***
‎I am so close to him that I can feel the heat of the shower and see the quickly drying drops of water on his skin. I lick my lips in anticipation and watch her eyes drop to follow the movement. I grin when he looks back at me, knowing he caught his eye. It's okay, baby. I want you to only want me.‎
***SISSY KEATHLEEN'S POINT OF VIEW****

‎I lean even closer to him, press my hips against him, and listen with pleasure to his soft gasps of shock. I raise my other hand and lightly trace his ribs, grinning as he twitches. He was always ticklish. He looks like he wants to say something, so I press my lips to his and swallow his words. Better than I thought. His lips are soft and tousled under mine and it's easy to part them with my tongue. I stroke his tongue with mine and try to get him to kiss me back. He freezes and his hands leave his towel and tangles in my hair and squeeze a moan out of me.‎

‎I kiss her even harder, more violently, as one hand grabs her hip and the other stays on the door by her head. When I break the kiss her lips are red and swollen and oh so pretty. I rest my forehead against his and let our breath mingle in the space between us. I open my eyes and see him watching me. I know you're wondering what the hell is going on here. I mean yesterday I told her I hated her and now today I'm going to kiss her. It must be messing with that pretty head. Good.‎

I would brush my lips over his one last time before straightening up and walking back to the door of the room. I look back at him and smile and tell him I'll see him later and that we'll talk about it after the show. Also, you have about ten minutes to get ready and go downstairs. I leave her there, leaning against the bathroom door in just a towel, her lips red and wet, looking totally debauched. I don't know how I managed to tear myself away from him, but somehow I did. However, this required a lot of willpower, I admit.‎

******DARREN HAYES' POINT OF VIEW *****

I walk back to my room, slip on my shoes and slowly walk towards the elevators. There's really no need to rush as I'm not the one with Leonie on my ass if I'm late, so I take my time and end up at the breakfast table. I barely finish stirring the cup of coffee before Darren falls into the seat next to me, flushed and slightly panting. He smiles brightly at Leonie, who just glances at him. I suppress a smile on the rim of my mug and sip the coffee.‎

‎I watch him pour sugar into his coffee and spread cream cheese on his danish. He looks at me and I smile back, which he weakly returns, still obviously confused about everything that happened in his room this morning. He winces as I drop my hand to his thigh and grin again, taking another drink of my coffee so no one asks about it. He looks around the table, trying to tell if anyone noticed his reaction, then stares at me from the corner of his eye.‎

‎I squeeze his leg gently and he takes a sharp breath and looks around the table again. He stares at me again, he's not happy that I'm messing with him in front of the others, and he wants me to knock him down. I grin at him and slide my hand up, my fingers following his zipper. He freezes with his mug halfway to his mouth, causing Leonie to look at him worriedly and ask if he's okay.‎

‎He nods at her and gives her one last look before going back to talk to Lee. He looks at me again and reaches down to push me away, but I move faster than him, and before he can really move, I've pulled down his jeans and slide my hand over the waistband of his boxers. I run my fingers along her smooth hipbone and she shivers at my touch. I'm grinning, loving the effect on him.‎

‎The others have finished and are now starting to leave. Ben asks if we're coming and I grin as I tell him in a minute after we finish. Ben nods and leaves, it's just the two of us now. He looks at me and starts to say something, but I press my lips to his. I can't resist kissing her before I pull away from her completely.‎

‎I stand up and grab a napkin, wipe my hands and tell him to hurry, we don't want to keep the others waiting. I grin at him and head out of the dining room to wait with the others in the lobby for the car to take us to the venue for soundcheck. The show should be very interesting.‎