The Girl Who Signed

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I’m finally starting to live again.

Daniel had washed away every feeling I had since dad died, since Damien had abused me. He gave me hope. He gave me a future. A future that was real, and full of happiness and love.

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Daniel and I skipped school and went to the park, enjoying the perfect spring day. We had gone to the park for a picnic; Daniel had planned the entire thing. Daniel drove to my house, thinking that he was going to take me to school; I grabbed my back pack and made my way to his truck. He got out and took my bag, throwing it in the bed of his truck before wrapping his arms around me.

“You are skipping school today,” He whispered in my ear. I grinned wickedly, turning my head to look at him. He smirked and kissed the corner of my mouth, opening the passenger door for me. I slid in and closed the door as he ran around and jumped in the driver seat.

He drove off toward the park, I think. I’m still not sure.

He pulled into the parking lot and got out, grabbing something from the bed as I got out. He grinned as he watched me, leaning against the truck. I smiled as some of my thick, curly red hair fell out of my French braid. I huffed as I stuck it under a bobby pin. Daniel chuckled and came upto me, kissing my forehead gently as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

He led me over to a lake, setting down the basket and blanket on the grass. I laid down on the blanket and let the sun’s warmth sink into my skin. Daniel pulled out the food before lying next to me, running his finger down my side. I smiled and turned my head, looking into his beautiful eyes. They had turned lighter since we first met, which didn’t make a difference to me because they still made my insides go gooey.

Daniel slid his hand to my waist, pulling me against his body. I could feel the contours of his body; every ripped muscle, every beat of his heart, and every breath he continued to take. I rested my hands in his chest as I rested my head in the crook of his neck. Daniel wrapped his arm securely around me, making lazy circles on my back with his thumb. I melted into him, knotting my fingers in his shirt.

God he knew what made me go weak in the knees.

He slipped his lips to my ear, murmuring sweet nothings into it. I sighed softly and wrapped my arms around him, trying to get closer to him. He tightened his arms around me, pressing his lips to the hollow behind my ear. I gasped as I closed my eyes, biting back a moan. I felt his breaths grow ragged and his heartbeat quicken, matching my own heartbeat.

Daniel pulled back and looked at me before leaning in and kissed me softly, pulling my braid out. I smiled against his lips and rolled Daniel onto his back, kissing him harder as I straddled his hips. He moaned and placed his hands on either side of my head, prying my lips apart with his soft tongue. He explored my mouth, leaving me feeling naked even though not a single button was undone. Daniel rolled me onto my back, sliding one hand under my shirt while the other slid down and grabbed my ass. I moaned softly as I ran my hands under his shirt and over his abs. He tensed the muscles and pulled me closer. Right now, I didn’t care about the touchy-feely. His hands felt like heaven. Daniel pulled back after a few moments, breathing heavily. My hands fell next to my head as I panted. I looked at Daniel, a faint smile spreading over my face. Daniel chuckled and held me close, kissing my forehead lightly.

“We better slow down for a bit,” He murmured, hugging me to him. I raised my eye brow at him as I curled into his chest. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself if we keep kissing like that.” He explained.

Crap! I’m still a freaking minor and he’s nineteen. I really hate the law.

I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest, cursing silently. This is so unfair! Why can’t I love this boy without the law getting involved! I’ll be a legal adult in four months, but I don’t think I can hold out till then! I don’t want to wait to show Daniel how much I love him.

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