As Daniella's back story unfolds, her future begins to crumble. Friends will be lost and hearts will be broken. Will things ever be the same? Will she finally find out where she belongs?
My heart is pounding so loud; I can feel it pulsating in my ears. Shakey hands caused me to accidentally cut a line down my calf while shaving, and I'm pretty sure I left some shampoo in my hair. Water puddles filled the extravagant bathroom floor as I rushed to groom myself. Right now, being nervous is a giant understatement.
The alchol gradually left my system with each nervous breath I took on the way to the sink. With my toothbrush in my hand, I started working on my teeth by brushing forcefully and fast. With the water running, I splashed my face then spit out the excess toothpaste. Suddenly, my eyes glanced at myself in the mirror, and I was slightly horrified.
My brown hair was dripping wet from the shower water, yet it was partially frizzy and not cooperating. Boney shoulders were dominate more when I stood up straighter; however, it still made me self conscious about my appearance. A white towel wrapped around my naked body tight leaving no room to wiggle, and dark circles were still noticeable even after I did a twenty minute facial cleaning routine.
Then it hit me.
I was wasting time being nervous about what I think of my appearance. Parker has already seen the good and bad side of me, so why should I care about what I think of myself. He's still stuck by me through thick and thin. I feel good about myself, and he likes me for who I am. . .with or without makeup.
This time is just different.
Being intimate with Parker rattles me to my core, but it's in a good way. Butterflies flood my stomach, I get tingles in all the right places, and it's something we both want.
A deep breath of air filled my lungs. "There's nothing to be nervous about," I told myself. Okay more inhalation filled my lungs because. . .ya know. . .it's for good measure.
I grabbed my towel tighter with one hand and opened the door with my other one.
All my nervousness faded away when I saw him standing by the window in a button up and a pair of his super mario boxers. A small grin grew across my face with each step I took toward him. His face lit up with the brightest smile as he looked at me up and down. "You're absolutely gorgeous, Dani," he said as he wrapped my arms around his neck.
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"Vagas may be full of views, but I'm looking at the best one right now," Parker whispered. He pressed his lips gently against mine. His hands steadily and carefully grabbed onto my towel and unwrapped it. The towel made a small noise when it hit the carpet. There's no more hiding now. I'm completely exposed, yet he hasn't let up from kissing to look at me.
My hands grabbed onto his button up shirt, which was already comfortably undone, and slid it onto the floor. Parker's hands slid away from my hips to my upper thighs. He picked me up with ease and carried me over to the bed. Our lips never parted in those moments, and each kiss was filled with a desire for more.
Once my back gracefully hit the bed, our lips slowly separated. My eyes met Parker's lustful gaze then they wandered to his bare body. He undressed himself rather quickly to save me from any embarrassment. "You're perfect," I said as my hands rubbed his from his shoulders down to his stomach. Red tinted his cheeks while he looked at me in amazement.
His hand caressed my cheek softly then preceded to cascade down my bare body. "I love you, Dani." Parker got to my hip bone then gave me a gentle squeeze. He pressed his lips to my collar bone and made his way up my jawline. Remnant ghosts of his kisses phantomed my skin.
Fireworks went off outside our window right as I felt pressure between my hips. Parker's fingers snaked in between mine, and he began moaning in my ear quietly.
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In this moment, two people are becoming one. We share one heartbeat, one breath, and our senses have never felt more alive. There's so much electricity running up and down my body with each movement we make. One things for certain, I love seeing this side of Parker.
The room started filling up with romantic energy and our soft moans, and it made me realize how much I love everything about myself right now. It might be the blood pumping fast or the fact that I am so happy, but I honestly love all of the things I can't change about myself. I spent all this time in the bathroom stressing over the small things. I love my stretch marks. I love my moles and oddly placed freckles. My hard to tame hair is perfect. My crooked pinky toe is flawless. If Parker loves me enough to accept all of me, then I love all of me, too.
Seeing him with messy hair, small beads of sweat rolling down the side of his face, and bicep muscles make me quiver with anticipation. When's the next time I'm going to see this dominate side of him?
Being venerable like this leaves a void of choices for both of us. There's always the anxiety and fear of hurting each other after we've been this close. I trust him and he trusts me, but what if. . . ? That's one of the things about love I absolutely hate. It's always a double sided coin. Will this relationship be my last one, or will I get hurt in the end after I've given my all? There's never a right answer unless you can see into the future, so there's always an option for heartbreak. It's being strong enough to work together to fight the anxiety and temptation that keeps relationships going.
*
The sun began rising and peaking its rays through the bottom of our curtains. Cold air filled the room outside of the sheets which made the bed feel warmer. My towel still laid by the window in perfect disarray aside from Parker's thrown garments. The feeling of his touch lingered on my skin even after all this time. His cologne faintly cloaked my pillow, yet it was just enough to fade in and out with each breath I took.
I slowly rolled over to see Parker sound asleep with his mouth slightly open. His curly hair was frizzy, and soft snores mixed with the air conditioning system. Memories of last night flooded my mind and filled me with a feeling unlike any I've known.
My hand softly caressed Parker's warm cheek. "I'm so lucky," I thought to myself.
