Perfect Illusion

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Chapter 45: Destroy Me

When we get back home, I barely have time to take off my coat before Daniel’s lips descend on mine again. They move slowly, tasting and teasing until his tongue runs the seam of my mouth. As he kisses me, his hands reach down and push me upwards, causing me to wrap my legs around him, burying my hands into his hair.

He hoists me up and walks over to the kitchen, his lips still on mine, and then he places me on top of the marble countertop of our kitchen.

“You know-” I break off the kiss for a while, and he takes that moment to trail kisses down my jaw and to my neck. “We should probably like... I don’t know... talk, instead of... god, that felt- oh...”

Daniel lifts his head up and smirks. “You were saying?”

For a moment, I forget what I was about to tell him. He chuckles and tries to kiss me again but I place a hand on his chest to stop him. “Wait. Don’t kiss me.”

Daniel’s gaze burns through mine. “Why the fuck not?”

“Because when you kiss me, then one thing leads to another...”

“That’s the whole point, sweetheart.”

“No,” I tell him, adament. “We should talk. Like with our mouths.”

“I thought that’s exactly what we’re doing.” His fingers reach for the base of my neck and guides me to his lips. Fuck, I can never get enough of those lips.

But now, it can wait.

“No, I mean with our voices.” I say. Daniel lets out a sigh of frustration. “We should ask each other questions and get to know each other better. If we keep doing... this, we’re going to get bored of each other.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of this.”

“That’s not the point, Daniel.” I roll my eyes.

“Okay, fine. Let’s talk then,” He finally backs away from me, creating a safe, nokissing, zone between us. “What’s your favourite colour?”

I pout. “It’s lavender. You know that.”

“Exactly,” He gives me a broad smile. “I know that. I also know that you’re a crazy book lover and you don’t like your books creased. You make the most amazing hot chocolate ever. You’re a movie junkie as proven by your four hundred something movies on your laptop. You don’t like coffee because for some reason you hate the smell of it but ironically, your favourite hangout spot is Caffeinated. You always scrunch up your face when you’re in deep thought, and you absolutely hate it when people interrupt you when you’re writing.”

I blink at Daniel, wondering how the hell does he know all of that.

“I know everything about you, sweetheart.” He murmurs, the pad of this thumb stroking my bottom lip, “I know what you like, what you don’t like. How you act and what you say. We’ve been living with each other for two months, and I can’t even think of anything I don’t know about you. So, tell me again, do you still want me to get to know you better? Because I’m pretty sure I’ve already passed that test with flying colours.”

A huge smile starts to creep on my face. Tears shine in my eyes, knowing that he has paid so much attention to know that much about me.

“See... that’s how you turn a girl on.” I grin as I pull me towards me, my hands around his neck to bring his face closer to mine. “You’re strangely perfect, Kerrington.”

“I can say the same thing about you.” A low laugh rumbles from his throat. “So, can I kiss you now? Because I want you so bad I’m coming out of my fucking skin.”

A playful smile dances along the edge of my lips. “Yes. You can kiss me now.”

He complies willingly. He kisses me like I’m his addiction, his need, the one the he craves most. I kiss him back, fast and wild, my fingers pulling at his hair, wanting him to be as close to him as possible. I break his kiss long enough for me to take off his shirt, falling to the kitchen floor with a small thud.

My fingers travel over his chest, and he sucks in a deep breath, watching me through a heated gaze.

A mischievious smile forms on his face as he eyes what I’m wearing.

“I like this shirt.” He says, hands pulling on my top. “I like it a lot.”

My skin tingles from when his fingers make contact with my back. He never takes his eyes off me, watching my response to his touches.

“But I like it better off.” He growls as he grabs a fistful of my shirt and tears it off me. Then, he continues to completely destroy me.

Or kiss me. I can’t tell which is which anymore.


I am so exhausted.

Somehow, we end up in my bed this time after the whole... thing in the kitchen. I don’t know where my clothes are, probably scattered all around the living room. I make a little mental note to myself to pick them up later.

I wrap the sheets around me tighter as I scoot nearer to Daniel, who’s making little circles on my arm with his talented fingers. He likes to touch me a lot. I think it makes him feel like I’m real, and not just a daydream he’s conjured up himself.

I know that because I do the same to him.

“So, my dad called me last week,” I mention to him casually, snuggling closer to his arm.

“Hmmm...?” He hums.

“And he invited me over for Thanksgiving this weekend.” I tell him. Daniel’s eyes widen with curiosity.

“That’s... great. Right?” He says, his voice dry and hoarse. “Did you tell him you would join him?”

“Yes.” I nod my head. “I thought about what you said… about running away from my parents. How it’s so cowardly of me.”

Daniel’s expression breaks. “I didn’t mean that, Alex. I was angry at you, and I didn’t mean what I said-”

I put out a hand to stop him. “No, you did mean it. I know you did. And you’re right. I didn’t want them to hurt me again. But now... it’s time for me to forgive them. My parents. I know they feel sorry now, and I want to start over with them.”

His face breaks into a huge smile. “That’s great, Alex. That’s amazing. I’m happy for you.”

His smile makes me smile too. “Yeah.. I’m happy for me too. So, I guess I’ll be home for the weekend. How about you? Are you spending Thanksgiving with your dad?”

Daniel’s smile falters. “Um. No. After mom died, we don’t celebrate anymore. It’s just...” His voice trails off, “There’s nothing to be thankful for anymore, you know? Now that she’s gone.”

“Oh, Daniel...” I shake my head. “I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” He quickly recovers himself. “But yeah. Shit happens. Things change. So, that’s why we don’t celebrate Thanksgiving.”

My heart aches for him, knowing that he’s going to be hurting during the occassion, while I’ll be happy- okay, maybe not happy, but content- with my parents at home.

“You can come home with me if you want to.” I manage to smile at him. “Come home with me for Thanksgiving.”

He shakes his head, pressing a kiss on my head. “Nah. You need to go mend things with your parents. I don’t want to intrude.”

“No, I want you to be there with me, Daniel.” I press my hand on his cheek, “I want my parents to meet you and see how wonderful and amazing you are.” “You’re right. I am wonderful and amazing...” He smirks.

“Wow. Okay, you arrogant jerk.” I blow out a breath. “But seriously, please come home with me. My parents wouldn’t mind at all. I want you with me, Daniel.”

He nods. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes. Okay.”

“Thank you.” I kiss him lightly on the square of his lips.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

“Hey, can I ask you something?” I prod.

“What is it?”

“Why do you call me that?”

“Call you what?” Daniel drops his tone, now low.

“Call me sweetheart. I’ve always wondered...” I say, “I mean, you’ve always called the girl’s you’ve um... hooked up with, sweetheart. And the first time you called me that, I thought I was just some random girl that you don’t give a shit about.”

Daniel’s eyes harden. “Don’t ever say that you’re just some random girl, Alex. You mean so much more to me than that.”

That earned a smile on my face. “I know. But... why do you call me that?”

He pauses briefly, trying to find the right words to speak. “I used the term

‘sweetheart’ on those girls because I barely remember their names. Yes, they mean nothing to me. But I realized when I call you ‘sweetheart’, it meant something much more. You are my sweetheart because you own my heart. Ever since you told me to go fuck myself that night we met, you owned it. Completely.”

Tears start forming in my eyes, and I have to wipe them away. Dammit. He’s good. “I can’t believe you.”

He chuckles. “What did I do?”

“You and your way with words!” I say, exasperated. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You know, a simple thank you is all I ask for.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “In your dreams, Kerrington.”

He bends down, touching his forehead with mine, a smile playing on his lips.”

You’re right. I’m already living in one.”

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