Loving Mr. Daniels(42)

#16. Go to a house party
#14. Make a new friend
#21. Learn to juggle.
#15. Run five miles.
#6. Try to play the guitar.
#1. Fall in love








I’ve been thinking about something we should do,
We should fall in love around two.
And then when it becomes four,
I’ll start loving on you even more.
~ Romeo’s Quest


Our visits became more frequent. Our connection grew stronger, because growth was the only choice we gave it. After school each day, I would wait behind the library with a new book I found to share with him.
He would read to me while we made pots of macaroni. I would read to him while he hung up different paint cards around the house—trying to decide what colors to paint his parents’ home. He would lie upside down on his living room chair and read to me while I completed homework. I would recite the novels while he graded papers.
The words sounded so much sweeter, had so much more depth when they traveled from his lips to my ears. His voice heightened with the characters’ anger, lowered with their deepest fears.
Today he sat with his back against the coffee table as he read to me and I stared at him for the longest time. I watched his eyes blink, and his lips move. I studied his fingers turning the pages as his feet tapped against the carpet. And I cried. It wasn’t due to the words on the pages, but the tears stood for hope. For an actual chance at happiness.
“Daniel,” I whispered, moving closer to him. I placed my hand against the book, bringing his reading to a halt. He looked up to me, a warm grin on his face. I took his hands in mine and moved them to rest over my heart. “You’re doing it.”
“Doing what?”
“Bringing me back to life.”

There were times when we would visit and I wasn’t as strong as I was the day prior. Sometimes memories tried their best to pull at my heart about Gabby being gone, so Daniel would stop reading. He would put one of his ‘hipster’ upbeat CDs into the stereo and started blasting music.
“Dance break,” he instructed, pulling me up from my sadness.
“Daniel,” I whined, but I never declined a dance break. It was a few weeks ago that I told him how much I love dancing.
“Come on. Move it,” he said, shaking his hips and pushing out his lips. He looked like a freaking clown, and I fell for him that much more. I held my hands up in the air and slowly started moving back and forth. He reached for one of my arms and spun me around in a circle, pulling me closer to him. “Tell me her happiest fact.”
I smiled as we danced across the living room together. “Bentley Graves.”
“Tell me her silliest fact,” he said.
I bit my bottom lip in thought. “She loved to eat peanut butter and pickle sandwiches. When we were kids, she set up a business outside trying to sale lemonade and PB&P sandwiches. Needless to say, she didn’t become rich from that venture.”
He scrunched up his nose. “Have you ever tried one?”
“Ew, no. Gabby was the weird one, not me.”
“I beg to differ. You eat cereal with marshmallows. You’re a freak.” His finger brushed against my nose and he disappeared into the kitchen. When he came back, he had pickles, bread, and peanut butter.
“No,” I sternly stated.
He arched an eyebrow. “Bucket list. Try something new.”
I sighed, knowing that trying something new was on the list. But did it have to be so disgusting?
We each made a sandwich and took a bite. It was as disgusting as we both figured it would be, but at the same time it was the best sandwich of my life because it was a part of Gabby that I was able to share with Daniel.
“I get what you were doing,” I said, putting down my pickle sandwich. “Dancing with me.”
He smiled and shrugged. “Sometimes when you miss a person, you can only focus on how sad you feel that they are gone. Other times, it’s best to focus on the memories that bring you joy and laughter.”
I grinned down to my sandwich and added more peanut butter. “You’re a very great teacher.”
“You’re a very smart student.” He wiped his finger in the peanut butter and spread it against my neck.
“Daniel,” I whispered as he tongue danced across my skin, licking up the peanut butter. He breathed against me, sending chills throughout my entire being.
“Yes?”
“Teach me some more.”
His eyes met mine. I ran my fingers against his mouth. His eyes smirked as he lifted me up into his arms and took me to his bedroom for our next lesson plan.

“Don’t…stop…” I breathed heavily, begging as I lay in Daniel’s bed, “…reading… Don’t stop reading.”
My eyes were closed and I’d taken off my oversized sweatshirt, leaving me only in my white tank top and tight jeans. He hovered over me, shirtless. My fingers ran up and down his toned chest, feeling him inhale and exhale each and every time.
His left hand held up his body as his right held an open book. He smirked as he read me the next line from Much Ado About Nothing. “‘She’s but the sign and semblance of her honor.’” His voice was rigid and rough with every word he spoke, sending me into a wave of desire. “'Behold how like a maid she blushes here.’” He gently pecked my ear. “‘O, what authority and show of truth’”—he kissed my neck—“‘can cunning sin…’” He placed the softest lips to the curves of my breasts. My hips voluntarily arched toward his, wanting nothing more than to feel him against me. He pulled down the straps of my tank top and outlined my bra with his tongue. “‘…cover itself withal.’”