I am Daria [18+]

ten

"You cheated!"

"I'd never do that."

"I don't believe you, you are so lying" he narrowed his eyes at me.

"And you are so mature," I remarked sarcastically.

"I demand a rematch," he declared, crossing his arms. It was funny seeing the big, popular quarterback acting like a child.

"You'll just end up embarrassing yourself, Taylan, for the forth time," I reminded him though I was extremely amused.

We were sat on my hospital bed, which was surprisingly comfy, playing chess. After my breakdown, I fell asleep in Taylan's embrace and only woke up two hours ago, still in his arms. He had stayed the night with me, which I was so grateful for.

The doctor had told me I could go home tonight and gave me a bag stuffed with things Alice packed for me. I immediately got in a shower and brushed my teeth. When I had returned, Taylan was awake.

We talked as if nothing happened. As if we weren't in a hospital. As if I wasn't not telling him everything. Instead, he pulled out my chess board from the bag Alice packed and asked, "Are you going to play or do you want to keep checking me out?"

And that was that.

"Let's play a different game," he suddenly said.

I looked at him, raising a brow, and he smirked. Uh-oh.

"What. . .?" I looked at him skeptically.

He set the the chess board aside and approached me with an evil glint in his eye. I gasped when he grabbed my ankle and pulled me towards him.

He crawled on top of me and I held my breath, anticipating his next move. He dipped his head and peppered kisses up and down my neck.

I shuddered. "Wait. . . Taylan. . ."

My common sense suddenly kicked in. It was incredibly dangerous for a transitioning wolf to get tempted like this.

I needed to make him stop.

"Taylan. . . What's the. . . game?" I let out, breathless.

He lifted his head and smirked again. "The game?" I nodded. I needed to distract him.

He kissed my cheek. "I thought it was clear," he kissed my jaw, "we're playing. . ." he kissed under my ear, "a very more mature, very more fun version of seven minutes in heaven."

Dammit!

I should have known he'd talk his way around it.

He nipped at my neck and I moaned. "Taylan, we're in a hos-hospital."

He groaned, then, before I could stop him, he crashed his lips onto mine. I moaned into his mouth and kissed him back. His hand sneaked under my hospital gown and I let put a short gasp. That gave him enough time to slip his tongue in my mouth.

I moaned again and wrapped my legs around his waist.

This is dangerous.

His lips disconnected from mine again and I whimpered. He groaned and squeezed my hip. I could feel his hard member against me.

"We have to stop," I told him, quickly unwrapping my legs from him.

"I know," he said, but grinded himself against me.

"Taylan, I'm-I'm serious," I tried to sound stern; he just smirked.

I felt something stir inside of me and I knew that it couldn't be good. It was the same feeling I had gotten earlier. That feeling of dread slowly cascading over your instincts and smothering your common sense.

I pushed Taylan off of me, harsher than I intended, and sat up.

"Whoa, what's wrong?" Taylan was quick on his feet. "Do I need to get the doctor?"

I shook my head frantically. "No, no. I'm fine, just. . ." I caught sight of a jug of water, "Thirsty."

Thirsty? Really, Dari?

Taylan burst out laughing, shaking his head. "Yeah, okay." He clearly didn't believe me.

He walked to where the water was and poured me some, humouring my lie.

He handed me the glass and did a bow. "Your highness."

He was joking, of course he was, but he only reminded me of my impending departure. And my future that I didn't look forward to.

I gulped the water down before I spilled anything. Like the fact I'm possibly leaving this week.

"Thank you," I said once finished.

He took the glass from me and sat it aside. I crossed my legs on the bed and studied him.

He was so perfect. To me, at least. To me, he was it. I loved who I was with him, a version of myself that I couldn't have been if it hadn't been for him. He didn't just bring out the best in me, he made the best of me better while loving me even when I was at my worst.

He caught me looking at him and slowly raised his brows. The side of his mouth pulled up. I knew exactly what he was going yo say. "Are you checking me out again?"

I smiled and shook my head. He walked over to the bed again and lowered himself on the space in front of me. His face caught the rays of sunshine peeking through the blinds, making his skin dance with various colours. It was a beautiful picture, one my memory held on to for a long time after.

"You okay?" he asked for the umpteenth time, bringing his hand up to my face to tuck a stand of hair behind my ear.

"I'm fine, Taylan, I promise," I told him softly.

I was still sitting cross-legged on the bed with him facing me. I took both of his hands in mine and looked him in the eye.

I had to tell him I was leaving. The longer I wait, the more difficult it would be. And it was already so, so hard.

"I need to tell you something," I began. He nodded, encouraging me to talk further.

That was another thing I loved about him. He knew when to be serious or when it required him to be so. He didn't take everything as a joke. He knew the difference.

"I. . . There's something. . . I'm going-" I kept stammering over my words. I knew I was not making any sense.

"Hey, relax," he soothed, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles. He looked worried now, and I could sense that he was beginning to grow anxious.

I took a deep breath of courage. "There's something I have to do," I said. "It's about my family."

There was a pause. "Your family," he repeated.

I could tell he was a bit confused. I have never spoken to him about my family. All he knew was that they weren't that involved in my life and that I wasn't on the best of terms with them.

"Yeah. They-They contacted me recently and, well, I um, there might be a chance that. . ." My voice trailed off when I heard a distinctive voice from a distance. One I hadn't heard in almost two years.

"Dari?"

I could hear it, clear as day, though it seemed so far away.

My father's voice.

"Dari? What is it?"

He was here. And he wasn't alone. Chills went through my body, mocking me.

That meant one thing.

I'm going home.

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A/N:

Sorry to end it there! Taylan and Dari got carried away so blame them, not me! I promise Mum and Dad will be more than just background characters in the next one!

How do you think Daria will handle everything in the next chapter, with Taylan around?

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