Chapter 13
After dinner, Danny and I drive home. He seems a little out of it.
"I'm so tired," he says. Then, pulling me out of my drift into slumberland, he asks, "Hey, you want to make a stop?"
"Sure," I say, though I'm still feeling horrible.
"Were you bored?" he asks.
"I mean, I felt like a fish out of water because I couldn't understand anything," I admit. "But that's my fault. I should have learned."
"I told you you didn't have to," he assures me.
"Yeah, but I think it would make things a little better with your mom if I did," I tell him. "I don't understand what she was saying, but trust me, I understand what she was saying."
Danny smirks and then tells me, "Trust me, if you were any other woman, she'd have a problem with you too. Even if you were Korean."
"Can I ask you something?" I ask him.
"Sure," he says.
"Would she have rather you be with a Korean person or a Japanese person?"
He immediately answers, "Korean."
"For someone who's so prejudiced, how did she end up marrying a Japanese man?" I ask him. "Or is it because he already had money and status?"
Danny's face looks strange. He leans back from the steering wheel as the car drives itself.
"Are you saying my mom is a gold digger?" he asks.
I snortle a little bit, but then I realize he's not joking. What is with his temper lately?
"Of course I'm not saying that your mom is a gold digger," I say quickly. "That's a very rude term for someone. But I think most women want a man that can provide for them, so that doesn't make your mom a gold digger, does it? Does she care about your father?"
"Of course she cares about my father," Danny answers defensively. "She cares about choosing well and making a good life for me. That's what she did. She only wanted the best for me, that's all."
I look at him, wondering where this is going.
"Do you regret us getting married?" I ask.
He hesitates. Holy crap. This man straight up hesitates.
"Wow," I say, looking straight forward. I feel absolutely horrible, even worse than I had before.
"I don't know," he says. "Depends on whether or not you regret it."
"That's not a good answer," I tell him.
The air between us suddenly feels strained and completely awkward. To break the tension, he looks at me and asks a question out of nowhere.
"Do you remember... when we went to that party a long time ago? The one I took you to?"
"No, I don't remember," I say.
"England," he says.
"Yeah?"
"There was a party that I took you to, and, you know, there were a bunch of people there," he says, navigating through the memory.
"And then you had this woman that was coming around me.
And... she was really, really hot. She was, I don't know, putting something on my face or something. I don't know, she was drunk."
"Oh," I say, the memory finally clicking. "Yeah? I remember that."
"Remember how angry I was?" Danny asks.
"Yeah," I reply, looking at him. "But you never told me what happened."
Danny looks at me and says, "She wanted to sleep with you."
I laugh. "Well, that was unexpected. You should have introduced us," I joke.
"She had way too much game. I’m not stupid," he chuckles.
My heart chitters at the sound of his laugh.
Instead of taking us straight home, Daniel takes me to a planetarium.
Honestly, it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
They have these rooms you can go into that carry on the themes of specific places, where you can see almost like a holographic kind of thing.
It costs a whole lot of money to get into these specific types of planetariums because the technology is just so advanced, making you feel like you're actually floating out in the universe. I have never been to this one before.
Danny stands right behind me as I look over at a neutron star.
"You see? Not everything has to be sad and ugly. We make it worthwhile when we're together," Danny says softly.
The neutron star glows so brightly, bathing the room in darkness except for its intense light.
It looks like we are actually right there in space with the wavelengths of light and the pinpricks of stars all around us.
The way this room is set up, you look like you're standing right in the cosmos.
If you're not careful, you could literally fall over because you can't differentiate the lines of the ground and the walls.
As I keep my eyes glued to the star, Daniel starts undressing me, peeling down the sleeves of my dress very gently.
"You know, a neutron star is one of the densest, most intense things in the universe," he whispers against my skin, kissing my neck.
"It pulls everything into its gravity, crushing it together until there's no space left between them. That's how I feel with you.”
Another kiss.
“About us. Magnetic energy… burning so hot in the dark."
Then he starts feeling up my breasts from behind, squeezing each of them gently and pinching the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Feeling completely loved and aroused, I arch my head back, leaning into his chest as he presses his erection into my behind. Licking my lips, I keep my eyes on the star.
Danny peels down my panties and slips his thumb in there. He sucks it slowly, and then he bends me over slightly. There is a railing right in front of me, and my arms grip tightly around it since it comes right up to my chest.
My body jolts forward as he thrusts into me hard, hurting me just a little and causing me to cry out. He keeps a nice, slow but snappy pace, drawing back his hips. Our skin slaps together as his flesh collides into mine once more.
Honestly, this is all I wanted; this captivating moment right here with him where it feels like we are completely alone in the dark. My mouth opens, wanting to speak to tell him that I love him, but he breaks the quiet of the simulated chasm of space first.
"I love you, Melody," he says. He groans, his thick dick sliding into me more and more. "I don't want you to hate me."
"I love you," he says from behind me.
Hearing my name feels so good. Look, I don't know what that was a month ago.
He probably doesn't even remember. Maybe it was nothing, and I'm just making a big deal out of everything because I'm paranoid.
I'm willing to move past it if we can truly move past it.
He talks with so many people on any given day.
There are times when I've heard him switch up and accidentally call me Steve, our chef, because he'd been talking to him moments ago.
Or sometimes he'll hiccup when he's tired and call me his dad by accident, and then we'll both laugh it off because his brain gets tripped up with everything he has to remember.
Maybe it's possible. It's just that in neither one of those times were we making love, and neither one of those times was it a woman's name. There's something very unsettling about my man saying another woman's name, and tripping up on a woman's name while he's inside me and nearing his orgasm.
Could it be a simple, innocent blunder?
Maybe.
I've cataloged that, to see if I notice some sort of pattern over the coming weeks.
He hasn't done it before, and he hasn't done it since.
And everything just happens to coincide with his sour behavior.
It just didn't sit well with me. But the sad part is I don't have any concrete confirmation, so I'm gonna move forward.
I'll let my husband make love to me and keep my eyes open.
My vagina stretches with that delicious sensation. I start rolling my hips ardently into his. He catches my pace, and he languidly gives me some very deep and rapturous thrusts. Every single one of his pokes with his dick draws me closer and closer. It's been a while since I've had an orgasm.
"I'm not gonna be able to hold out," he says breathlessly, as if he's hanging on by a thread while still thrusting in me and holding my hips close. "You feel so good, baby."
"You feel good too," I say.
"Oh god. Oh, man," he says, humping a little slower, a little more shallow, and then he stops. The sensation of his dick quickly kicking slows down as soon as it started.
"Did you come yet?" I ask.
"No. But I swear to god, I'm right there at the edge," he says as he starts thrusting again. "But I can feel that you're about to come, and I want you to, please."
This man… this feels like my Daniel. Whoever that other ogre was that took over his brain before, he's gone now.
Feeling playful, I back into him, pushing my arms straight out and holding onto the railing, using it as leverage to push myself back.
He doesn't even have to do much work. He stops thrusting and just stands there holding my hips, putting a thumb over my anus.
His breathing gets a little faster, sounding a little bit more labored, like he's not taking a full breath or he's afraid to because if he does, he'll come.
"Melody," he pants.
"Danny, come inside me," I whisper.
"Oh god. Don't do that. Oh, shit. No, fuck," he says.
His voice comes out tense, like he's breathing through a straw and holding his breath. Then he holds completely still, forcing himself deeper, and then he busts.
"Oh god. Oh, shhhhit," he draws out the words.
His penis violently kicks inside of me, forcing him to expel his breath and forcing him to buck forward with his belly flat against my back as he emits a long, low sound that tells me his pleasure has peaked.
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