Page 60 of Taking His Heart

Coming from someone born into the finer things of life, Daniella has chosen to go rather… quaint.

“It’s nice,” I say, looking around the living space.

It’s a small wooden, cottage type of building. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, and one living area with a tiny kitchen and dining area towards the back of the house. It’s modern on the inside. Just… small.

“Not what you were expecting?” Daniella asks. “We can always go and stay at my parents’ place.”

“No, I like it. It’s just a little smaller than I thought you’d go.”

“I live by myself. I didn’t want a big empty house to remind me of how alone I was,” she explains.

My heart fucking breaks that she ever felt like she was alone. I was such a fucking idiot all these years. I could have been here for her. I should have fought for us. Instead, I let myself be the victim. I was a fucking asshole.

“I’m sorry you ever felt you were alone, Dani.” I pull her against my chest and tighten my arms around her back.

“It was my own fault,” she says.

“It was mine. I really should have chased you down. I wanted to. I was just too fucking chickenshit to do it.”

“You were scared?”

“I didn’t want to face rejection again. It was my own damn ego at fault,” I admit. “I never want you to feel alone again, though. I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I never wanted to hurt you, CJ. You are the last person I wanted to hurt. I just didn’t know… I didn’t think this could ever be a reality for me.”

“We were both young and made mistakes. But we got to where we were always meant to be anyway. Whatever happened, it’s not going to happen again, Dani. We are in this together. Forever. Always.”

“Always,” Dani repeats. “Now that you’re here, what do you want to do?”

“Sleep. Shower first, then sleep,” I say, leading her into the bathroom. She gave me the tour, which took all of two minutes. It takes all of three for me to get the both of us naked and under the stream of the hot water. “Did you renovate?”

Daniella snorts. “My dad had it done before he’d let me move in.”

“It’s nice,” I tell her. Because it is. It’s very over-the-top modern for the style of house.

“It is. I like it here.”

“Then why are we looking for a new home in Melbourne?” I ask.

“Because I want something that’s ours. Not mine, not yours, but ours together. I want something we both like and could you imagine having cats in here? It’s way too small for all the cats you want. We’d be forever stepping on them.”

“I said two cats, Dani. That’s not a lot.” Picking up the loofah, I squirt some of her fruity-scented bodywash on it before running the suds over her.

“I’m sure all the crazy cat ladies start with one or two.” Daniella laughs.

“Are you calling me a crazy cat lady? I can show you right now just how unladylike I am.” I push her back up against the tiled wall.

We’re both exhausted, but I’ll never be too tired to fuck Daniella. And if that’s what it takes to prove my manhood to her, I will. My cock presses against her lower stomach. It’s hard, has been since we stepped into the shower. If you saw my wife naked, you’d be hard too. You’d also be fucking blind because I’d rip your eyes out for seeing her in such a state. But you get the point.

“Mmm, I know you’re not a lady,” she says. “But sure, you can show me just how manly you are.”

I set the loofah down. My hands cup her ass and I lift her.

Daniella wraps her legs around my back. “Do not drop me,” she says.

“As if I’d ever drop you.”

“Wait! Are you sure you can hold me like this? Does it hurt?” She looks at my torso.