“…I believe that I may be in trouble,” Daniel told me.
I looked down. “Little bit.”
“Not with me though,” I told him. “Definitely not.”
“Good.” I felt him smile against my neck.
I paused. “Are you going to tell anyone?”
“Can I tell my friends?”
“Do you think they’ll approve?” he countered.
“Good point…” Then I shook my head. “Actually, I can tell Papa Willis. And probably a couple of girlfriends who know.”
“I thought those two were mutually inclusive.”
After a moment, he spoke again. “Am I allowed to tell anyone?”
“Well, if I am…who would you tell?” I asked.
His silence told me all. “You want to brag to Christan, don’t you?” I said flatly.
“…Really? You’re actually fine with that?”
“Oh, there’ll be conditions,” I told him.
“Ahh, here we are.”
“Rule one, details will be kept to a bare minimum.”
“What kind of details are we talking?”
“The…activity….habits, talents, which brings me to sounds-” he chuckled at that. “Shut it. ” I could feel myself going red. “And…that’s all I can think of.”
“Is that it?”
Something in his tone makes me nervous. “Wait, no.” I frowned. “I’m trying to eliminate any possible loophole that you can use to your advantage.” His resulting grin tickled the back of my neck again. “Let me think,” I insisted.
“How about what happens in the sanctity of the boudoir stays in the sanctity of the boudoir?” Daniel suggested.
“Immediate loophole right there,” I pointed out.
“What? It’s not like there’s anywhere else we’d…” He gives a gasp of mock horror. “My god, you utter whore.”
“Shush.” I looked over my shoulder at him and stuck my tongue out.
“Rule two?” he enquired.
“No making up things,” I said. “I don’t want to hear about some kinky shit that I apparently had done.”
“Three…well, just…no photos.”
Everything was so warm, and I quickly drifted off, into a world where my dreams weren’t going to hurt me.
It wasn’t perfect. Not like those crappy fanfictions where Bella/Ana have amazing sex on the first shot and feel zero pain whatsoever. Technically, Daniel had still been recovering from his near-death experience, so there were moments where he had to stop. And at times, I had to persuade myself to relax and to let go of my memories, so that I could replace them with, well…other memories. Better ones.
When I fell asleep in his arms, I felt safer than I had ever felt in my life. I would never claim that this moment, that this strange and wonderful thing, was a mistake.