My Second Life

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"Mal, wake up".

I'm gently shooken awake.

Squinting from the sun in my eyes I slowly open them. A slight breeze blew a stray strand of hair out of my pony tail. Before I can swipe it out of my face a hand tucks it behind my ear. Looking up I see Daymon's smiling face looking down at me. He still has his arm around me from last night.

"Goodmorning sleepy head", he says.

I smile a little before saying, "What time is it?".

"7:30 in the morning", Daymon replys.

Sitting up and grabbing my blanket that fell on the floor, I wrap myself in it and sit with my feet up on the couch and look across at Daymon. His deep brown hair is partially toussled from sleep.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep on you last night", I yawn and rub my eyes.

"It's fine, you're even more beautiful when you sleep". My cheeks blush at the compliment. "You do snore though", Daymon says with a laugh.

"I do not!".

He starts making obnoxious snoring noises to tease me. My cheeks stay flushed our whole conversation, I think I like Daymon, I'm almost certain I do. The kiss we shared last night meant something to me. I don't know about Daymon's feelings but I'm certain of mine.

Both of us sit there in silence, not sure what to say next. I look up at the sky, and observe the seagulls squaking and soaring up above us. I've always thought about flying, how much freedom it would grant me. Through my thoughts I can feel Daymon's stare on my face.

"What?", I say.

"Oh nothing, just enjoying the view", Daymon give me a lopsided smile.

I blush even harder, making me look away, smiling to myself.

After a moment of silence Daymon says, "Can I tell you something?".

"Sure".

"Ever since the cave, and meeting you there, I have been drawn to you. Right after I layed eyes on you Malerie, I wanted to get to know you. I don't know how to explain it, but, when I'm not with you, I ache". My heart flutters. "I lost my mother when I was two years old, I was raised by my dad until he died at war when I was sixteen. I haven't had women in my life since my mother died, and I vowed never to have one. But then I met you, Mal", Daymon looks at me through his lashes.

"I want you, Malerie", Daymon says quietly.

My heart is beating so hard I fear it will explode. The butterflies in my stomach are going insane, and my blush is, I'm sure, as red as a cherry.

"Do you feel the same?", he says finally, but hesitantly, not sure if he wants to know the answer.

I scoot over to him and press my lips to his.

"I'll take that as a yes", Daymon smiles.

He pulls me back to him, his hand on my cheek, holding me there. The kiss is sweet and soft, our lips mold together like we were meant for eachother. Then he makes a trail of kisses down to my jaw, smiling before planting each kiss.

He does that a lot, laugh or smile I mean.

"Well this is awkward for everyone". Olivia is leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, and a smirk on her face. Olivia always picked the best times to walk in someone didn't she.

At the sound of her voice Daymon and I pull away, both of our faces red from embarrassment.