Broken Strings-Dalton Rapattoni Fanfic

19. Official Date

I was jerked out from my uneasy slumber by something shifting underneath me.

I snuggled closer, ignoring the remote movement.

"Its morning princess. I need to leave before your dad sees us like this and decides to shred me to bits"

He whispered softly, hiding the seriousness effectively.

"He can't kill you. He'll be in trouble"

I sleep talked.

"His troubles would face him later than mine if I don't leave now"

That made me grin.

He had a sleepy early morning smile plastered to his face.

"I did like to spend every waking or sleeping hour of my life with you in bed rather than Vegas; if I had no threat to my life"

He said shrugging cooly.

"To me it seems you are scared of my dad?"

I asked in mock seriousness.

"I never proclaimed otherwise"

He clambered out of bed, still shirtless.

Our eyes met.

I tore my eyes from his and marvelled his chiseled torso. Each muscles as if handcrafted by the Greek Gods, oozing sexiness.

"Kick me if I ever let you walk out in the sun like that"

I mused out loud.

He gave a low chuckle.

"Last night, I thought my plan of giving you a strip tease went to the bin. But it seems that I was wrong?"

"Remind me if I ever said a no to that"

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"Please say you are joking"

I least expected him to say it was all a joke and we would both burst out laughing, yet I asked.

"Well, I'm not laughing"

He said tying his shoe lace.

"Are you crazy?"

I asked, my voice crossing the descent notches which one ought to maintain given it was half past five in the morning and ever sane person was tucked in their beds.

"If you are planning to kidnap me just say that to my face!"

I said half chuckling.

"I heard someone is planning to kidnap my daughter"

My dad said walking out of his bedroom, in a state of half panic, with mom closely behind him in her night gown.

"I'm sorry. I woke you up"

I internally slapped myself.

"Dalton is planning to take me out-"

"For a leisurely walk"

He supplied.

"You are a fifty eight year old man's soul stuck in a body of a twenty one year old if that's your idea of 'leisure'"

I said with enough sass to make the sassiest person alive jealous.

"Its a good idea. The morning air will do good to your lungs"

My mom said in between a yawn.

"How is the air in between the skyscrapers and concrete jungle laden with soot any good to my lungs?"