One in the Same

Ch 9: Blake

Events of the following night replayed inside of my head. I never wanted to leave her presence. I wanted to stay within this dream forever. It was better than the reality at least. My head was pounding - a lot like the pounding Danielle and I did last night. I would start the entire night over again on a loop if I could, for the rest of my life. For the first time in a long time, Danielle has made everything seem easier than what it really is. Not even sure someone human had those capabilities. Danielle is certainly one of them.

Everything feels as if it's falling into place for me. Other than the fact I'm still here at the apartment, I know I need to pack my things and get out before shit hits the fan.

The last thing I remember is kissing Danielle one more time before she swatted me away because her lips were sore; that and the others to match. But then a cool liquid washed over me, and I was gasping for air, shivering.

My eyes flicked open, only to realize I was struck with water. Ice cold water at that. Ice cubes all along my body and the fucking bed, washing way the scent and memory of Danielle's naked skin of my sheets. Wiping my face, I grumbled, already knowing Danielle is on some games today. And yet so was I. My cock was straining my boxers, and I was ready to have a breakfast buffet.

"Put your boner away, bro. She's long gone by now." A voice rumbled, setting something down on my dresser.

Wiping my eyes, the one and only brother of mine, that I wish wasn't somehow related to me, was standing on the other side of the room with his arms crossed, staring at me.

"Shes hot." He grinned. "Were you dreaming about her?"

"Fuck off, Cole." I clipped. "And what the fuck was the reasoning for you throwing water on me? Shaking me awake didn't work?"

Cole snapped his fingers, "You know what, I didn't even think of that. Water seemed fitting...for your position at least. Did you have a nice swim last night?"

I snagged some sweatpants off my closet hanger and a fresh pair of boxers making my way into the bathroom to change.

"Well thanks for waking me up, your deed is done for the day, you can now leave." I sighed pushing my way out the bathroom to the kitchen. Noticing a note in the corner by the coffee maker, rested a thin line of torn red fabric on top of it. My dick jumped in my pants seeing them, before shocking it into my pocket. You sly woman.

Blake,

Sorry I had to skip out this morning. Ashley left work early so I jumped on it. Thank you - for everything last night; the flowers, the food, the whole night. I had a great time. And before you ask, or even try to remember. Yes, I would love to see you again (you asked me three times before you knocked out) <3

Enjoy the coffee! :)

XO, Danielle

A smirk lifted my mouth reaching the premade coffee pot. Grabbing two mugs, since I was certain my dear brother would ask. I poured them both, handing one off to him.

"Shes-"

"Hot. yes. I am aware. You said that already." I took a sip of my coffee, instantly feeling at ease once it went down my throat. I'll have to thank Daneille for this, properly. Probably the best fucking coffee I have had made for me in years.

Anna never seemed to get it right; three and a half scoops of grounds, a dash of cinnamon mixed into each scoop. Danielle did just that.

"Well, yeah that too. Clearly. I was more or less gonna say she's more of a woman than Anna." Cole smiled. My eyes narrowed, and I swear if I had the ability there would be darts coming out of the stare.