Everybody's Talking Now [Daniel Ricciardo]

Lap Nine - Pillow Border

9.

❝Morgan Blom❞
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00:51 AM CEP

Using the golden, old vintage door handle, Daniel opened the door leading to the baby blue bedroom. It looked exactly the same as I left it this morning, except for the bed. The duvet was perfectly tucked in and under the sides of the bed frame and the many pillows had been fluffed up and placed nicely against the headboard of the king-sized bed. The white curtains were slid all the way to each side, and the nightlife of Paris could be viewed through the window. Light from apartments and lampposts brightened up, together with all the moving vessels around in the beautiful, French city.

I got back to reality as Daniel carefully closed the curtains. I slowly walked towards the other side of the bed, turning the nightstand lamp on.

"You can sleep here for the night," he says. I express him a small smile as a 'thank you.' "I can take the couch—"

I hurriedly reached out my arms, not controlling myself when I take a few steps toward him, "No!" I almost touched his shoulders because of my sudden move. "Please, there is no need. We just..."

Daniel's eyes trailed right at me — his facial expression was hard to read. His eyes were glinting from the slightest of light from the nightstand behind me. I felt my cheeks heating up in embarrassment and turned away from Daniel. After my sudden reaction, I had no wish to look him in the eyes.

"I suggest that we make a border..." I reached out for one of the many pillows in the bed. I placed it in the middle, making a split in the bed. Daniel had already moved back to the opposite side where the window was. "So this is my side, that that is yours."

He began to tuck out the duvet. "Technically... The whole bed is mine, so both sides are pretty much my space."

"Well, Mister Ricciardo..." I mocked and reached for another pillow from the stack. I placed it with the other one. "Tonight you've got to share. So if I stick to my side, and you keep yourself to yours, we'll be good."

I placed my hands on my hips and nodded proudly at my work. My eyes trailed over at Daniel, who had already started taking his clothes off. His fingers worked themselves slowly down his shirt. "What? Are you going to sleep with clothes?"

I looked down at my outfit. "I guess not. Is it possible to like... I donno, borrow a shirt or something from you?" I smiled nervously.

He snickered and pointed at the edge of the bed. "It's in my bag."

I walked over and pulled out a white and plain big shirt. Going to the bathroom to change and brush my teeth quickly, I came back out to an empty room. Daniel entered through the door just as I dragged the fluffy duvet bedsheet aside.

"I was starting to wonder where you'd gone," I said. I switched my voice to a mocking tone, "Though for a second I would be getting the bed alone for a night more."

Another one of his well-known grins grew on his lips. "You wish. I left my toothbrush in one of the other bathrooms last night."

"Let's just say I believe that..." I pulled the cover over me. A pillow went flying from his side and right at my face. I knew Daniel's grin was even wider now.

He was always smiling, something I really admired. And with him being so goofy and grinning all the time, I knew it was affecting me too. The past few days since I met him... I'd never felt this way with anyone. In a positive way, obviously. He made me feel special and he always made me laugh.