Broken Strings-Dalton Rapattoni Fanfic

20. Casual Chat up

"Last night was great"

I said yawning as I stretched out my limbs.

"Great but not perfect. I missed sex"

Dalton said as if it was no big deal.

I stared at him wide eyed, blushing all the time.

"Dalton we need to talk about that..."

I trailed off not knowing what else to say.

I was a virgin. I wouldn't have been if I wasn't a prude.

"I'll never force you into anything you don't want. We'll take it slow"

He said gently stroking my cheek.

"No. Its not that... I'm still a virgin. I just can't look at my body. Let alone imagine someone else. I have those scars, needle marks..."

Whenever I addressed the issue of my body i got teary eyed.

I loathed it. It had too many scars all wrapped under layers of clothing.

"Do you think that those scars will fade my love for you? I love you heart and soul. I fell for your innocence and optimism and not for your body. Even though you have one which gives me dirty thoughts but that's not the point"

I never knew how he could say something serious and romantic even after adding that sass.

Thats what made Dalton different and made me fall for him.

All I could do was smile.

"I'll wait until you are ready. Even if it is forever"

His voice as sweet as honey caramel.

But I knew we didn't have forever.

"I did like to meet your friends here"

Dalton said changing the topic.

"I'll arrange for a meet today then. Go get dressed up. I dont want to corrupt their innocent minds by letting them see you like this"

I said eyeing his bare torso.

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I dialled Avery's number. She picked at the fourth ring.

"Hey Chlo. How you being?"

Her voice was flat as if something was troubling her.

"Hey Ave. I'm okay. Not exactly great"

"The stitches?"

She asked uncertainty clear in her voice as if fearing a pitfall.

"Fine. Why havent called me in days?"

I asked, a little worried. Did Will do something?

"I thought you wouldn't want to talk to me after what Will did"

She said after a long pause.

"Why would I do that? I got stitches and not concussion fading my sense of judgement!"

I said sounding like a mad woman just out of asylum.