Euphoria

Chapter 2 - Our Growing Intimacy.

CHAPTER 2 – OUR GROWING INTIMACY

Another day, another chapter with you guys! This chapter's going to have sexual content in it, which will definitely be in most chapters. So if you are under-aged, or blatantly just offended by that type of stuff or the mere fact that this story is about damie, go ahead and forget you even came across this chapter. So again, this story is a product of my imagination. Remember that before y'all come after me! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. :) 

DAKOTA'S POV:

Yesterday was surprisingly fun and romantic. Imagine this: your man setting up a nice dinner for you, complete with wine and Nando's-inspired chicken he cooked himself. What could I possibly want? Honestly, I would have given anything, paid an incredible amount of money to see him cook in my kitchen, with only an apron on. I really do need to control myself.

I thought he was going to be in a bad mood because of Chris taking me home. But no, just the opposite. He was loving and sweet, and if I may say so myself, so fucking sexy.

I woke up earlier than him today at exactly 8:32 in the morning. Who would have thought being naked on a Saturday with my man can be so good? As per usual, he cocoons me in his warmth and I'm happy that I'm the lucky girl who gets to snuggle up with him. His chest is bare, and I can see a faint purple mark where his neck meets his shoulders. Was I too rough?

He surely was "hammered" as he called it. I can't help grinning at the thought that I for sure exhausted him last night. In my defense, he deserved to be loved like that, especially after putting so much effort into making me smile every day. I cannot remember anyone ever doing that for me. The usual let-me-take-you-to-dinner was the staple plan of my exes, even those who can cook. And me being the naive girl I once was, I was contented with anything they gave me, even when it's the bare minimum. I am not going to lie, it took me a while to adjust and not get overwhelmed by how much he cared for me, and how much he put thought into anything that concerns me. If not for Jamie being in my life right now, I would not have seen or felt how I SHOULD be treated. He's a man who made all those boys irrelevant now. They clearly just did not care about putting effort into little things, just like what he did last night for me. Although Jamie is rich as hell and can take me to the most expensive restaurant the moment I invited him to, I would still prefer his cooking over anything else. I know for a fact his meals are surely made with love. And that's what matters. Even when he thinks he fucked up with the recipe he tried to follow, like that beef he accidentally overcooked months ago, I vowed to myself I will be the girl to eat them like a starving gorilla. He's just so sweet. And probably because I would go on a lot of take-outs if it wasn't for him.

I stared at him like the last puppy on earth like I do every morning. He looks like my Jamie more when he sleeps – calm, soft, and beautiful. How can a man be so beautiful? I guess it's what is on the inside that makes him even more beautiful. As I do every morning, I do a scan of his face and think of how I much I love every part of him. His eyes, his nose, his eyebrows, his lips, and the way he breathes peacefully. I can't even remember doing this for anyone. I found it too cheesy, too teenager-y that it made me cringe a couple of times. But with him, nothing seems enough. I see him every day, talk to him every day, and practically do everything with him every day. But it's never enough. I want my day to be filled with his face, even at times when we have to go do our separate businesses. He makes me so happy just by existing. The way his lashes curl on his lids, the way his lips part when he exhales, they way his cheek remains covered with stubble he refuses to shave, not unless he sees how much beard burn he's created on me. It honestly scares me that I find everything about him beautiful.