From Me to Us

Chapter Forty Two

OLIVIA

"You're fucking kidding right?"

I jolt awake and for a second I don't know where I am. It's still dark, maybe early hours of the morning and I see a large figure pacing back and forth on the balcony. The doors are closed, probably because Daniel didn't want me to wake up. But now he's shouting into the phone, so it's hard not to hear him.

I star fish on the bed and enjoy how comfy it is while I wait for him to come back inside. My bed in the room over isn't this comfy. Bastard got the good room.

I enjoy being comfy for a few more minutes before I push myself up to get a better look at what Daniel is doing. He's leaning on the railing of the balcony now, talking into the phone. His lips curve into the biggest, most genuine smile that makes his dimples pop and I find my own lips mirroring his.

I love when he smiles. For some reason it makes me happy and giddy inside when I see he's happy himself. I wonder what is it that's making him smile so early in the morning. I strain to hear him but he's talking in a low tone now, making it hard for me to listen to what he's saying into the phone.

Before I can question his early morning phone call any further, he turns around and hangs up the phone. He's sees I'm awake and walks back into the room. He dives for the bed and lands half on top of me and we both let out a, "oompft" and laugh when we look at each other.

"Why are you in such a good mood," I say, moving a bit of hair out of his face that fell in front of his eyes.

He regards me with a mischievous grin of his own, "can I not be in a good mood?" He questions, falling to his back with a sigh.

I hit him with a small pillow and smile at him. "No you can't. You're always mr grump so excuse me for thinking it's weird to see you so happy," I joke.

He launches himself at me and I shriek in surprise. He tickles my sides and puts his face in my neck to blow raspberries on me, which is my kryptonite. I yell out without a care for who hears this early, trying and failing to get him off me but he doesn't budge. What's with all this energy?

"You being a smartass, Clarke? Hmm? Maybe you should be punished," he says, tickling me harder in the ribs.

"Mercy!" I yell out. "Please, I can't!" I say out of breath, wheezing a little between laughter.

We struggle for a bit to win over the other but eventually he grabs me and holds me to the bed and hovers over me, pinning my shoulders down so I can't move.

"Let me go!" I yell out, breathing heavy. I push against him, my smile big.

"No. Not until you say one simple sentence." He's breathing heavily too as he grins down at me.

"What do you want me to say then?" I just know this mother fucker is gonna make me say something stupid. I shake my head.

He looks like he's thinking, "hmmm, oh I know." He chuckles. "Say 'Daniel is the hottest man on this earth who gives me the best orgasms'. And say it with enthusiasm." He adds.

I gasp. "Never!"

"Well I guess we are just gonna have to stay here all day then." He doesn't look like he has a care in the world right now. He probably could stay here forever if he wanted to. But I'm not about to spend all day in the hotel room when we are in the Bahamas. I look back up at Daniel. Well maybe I could if it means having him lay on top of me all day.

I shake my head, snapping myself out of it. "I'm not saying that!" I fight against his hold but my attempt is futile, he's stronger than me.

"Oh yes you are, baby. I have allll the time in the world."