Chapter Thirty-one Daniel
Chapter Thirty-one
Daniel
The second I open my eyes, warmth greets me—soft, steady, unfamiliar yet… comforting. It takes me a moment before I register the source.
Jennifer.
And just like that, the chaos from last night crashes back into my chest—gunfire, shadows, the weight of a near-death brush. I sigh and turn, wrapping my arm against her warm body, just wanting to forget about all that.
All I need is her, and I got her right by my side right now.
Suddenly, she turns in my arms and her blue eyes look up at me, still sleepy. I smile. “Good morning, pretty.”
She smiles back, “Good morning… Did you get enough sleep?”
I nod. “It surprises me, to be honest, but yes. I slept… enough. Thanks to you, pretty.”
She giggles before she kisses my cheek, her voice softening. “I’m glad… I felt so bad about what happened last night. You don’t deserve this.”
“It’s my job, baby. I survived. That’s what’s important.”
She nods, but she seems distant. “Did you catch whoever was behind this?”
“More or less. The snipers killed the man who pulled the gun on me. And, well… I told Julian to give me information about that guy, but I didn’t check up on him. Neither did anyone knock on the door. I think they’re all aware that I needed some rest.”
“You told Julian to check on that guy?”, she asks, visibly confused. “But isn’t he the guy you suspected the most?”
“It can’t be him”, I sigh. “He’s a good worker. He’s a professional at what he does. And finding out things about men is his and Hayden’s field.”
“I thought Hayden is your right-hand?”
“Well, yes, but he’s also specified at that field. Julian too. They do their work great, that’s what matters the most.”
She nods understandingly. “Ah, okay… Well, if you say so.”
I laugh. “That sounds like you don’t trust me.”
She hides her face in my chest as she giggles. “No, I trust you! I swear I do.”
Our laughter fades soon afterwards. “Jennifer?”
“Yes?”
“Why did you wait for me last night? In my bed?”
Jennifer stays silent for a few more seconds. “I told you… I wanted to make sure you’re fine.”
My breath hitches. So, does that mean she cares about me? Really cares about me?
“I think…”, I gulp. “I think we should talk.”
She looks up at me, her blue eyes fixed on mine. “About what?”, she whispers.
“Us. About us. You know what I’m talking about.”
Quickly, she nods. I’m sure she’s been wanting to do this talk with me for a while. A long while.
“I think we should keep this sexual for now.”
Her silence worries me for a while, but when she speaks again, she makes my lips curl up in a smile.
“How can you keep this sexual if we haven’t even made it really sexual until now?”, she jokes.
I grin, thankful that she’s not making this conversation weird. It’s been like a month since we met, and although we don’t know each other that well, I like her.
I like her a lot. It’s just that I feel like we both have some issues.
Trust issues, maybe.
No fucking clue what it is.
I don’t know everything about her, she doesn’t know everything about me, and that’s okay.
But before we go into this too fast, we should take it at a slower pace.
We won’t deny our sexual needs, but we won’t be dating. Not yet at least.
You never know what will happen in the future. I’m not going to deny my feelings if they ever come up. But fuck, I can’t force myself to feel something either.
I tried it before, and my God, that went horribly wrong.
I brush my thumb along her jaw, slowly, savoring the warmth of her skin. “Do you think we should make it really sexual, huh?” I murmur, my voice dropping low.
She doesn’t hesitate, her lips curve into a smirk. “Oh, I think you know my answer to that.”
My grin sharpens. “That’s a good girl.”
My hand trails down her back, slow and possessive. “Well,” I breathe against her lips, “let’s fix that little problem, shall we, baby?”
She bites her lip, looking down at me. “I’d love nothing more than that right now.”