The Warmth Between Us
Nuella
I struggled against the pull of Daniel's arms, but the truth was, I wasn't trying.
My laughter gave me away, soft and unguarded, bubbling to the surface the longer he held on.
Why did he have to be so utterly distracting?
I had gone from calling him handsome… to gorgeous… and now my thoughts were dangerously close to settling on irresistibly sexy, and that was a problem I wasn't ready to admit out loud.
He looked at me, and something in his gaze made the breath catch in my throat.
As if he could hear my thoughts, he reached down and gently took my hand, our fingers tangling without hesitation.
And just like that, I pulled away.
Not because I didn't like it. But because I did. Too much.
After school, I slid into his car and leaned my head back, the hum of the engine somehow calming.
As he parked in front of my house, he turned to me, his tone casual but filled with quiet intent.
"Can I pick you up tomorrow?"
I smiled. "Of course you can."
And as I stepped out, I added softly,
"Love is like the wind… You can't see it, but you always feel it."
The week had been long, mentally and emotionally draining. When Saturday finally arrived, a trip to the pool felt like the perfect escape.
Saraph joined us, along with Daniel's friends.
Their laughter bounced off the water's surface like echoes of a simpler time.
It was all lighthearted chaos—water splashing, playful teasing, moments of sheer joy.
I sat back for a while, just watching.
Then I saw Daniel.
Dripping wet, his hair slicked back, grinning like a boy without a care in the world.
Before I could even process what was happening, he was climbing out of the pool, water glistening off his skin, walking toward me.
"No, Daniel, don't you dare—my clothes will get soaked."
I backed away, smiling despite myself.
"Then come in," he teased, arms outstretched. "Don't make me carry you."
"You wouldn't."
He raised a brow, already stepping closer.
"Okay, okay," I laughed, surrendering. "Let's go join the others before you get us both into trouble."
Hand in hand, we slipped into the water, and just like that, I stopped overthinking.
I let myself laugh, splash, and float. I let myself have fun.
Later that day, after we changed, I was expecting the usual drop-off at home. But Daniel had something else in mind.
"Do you have to be home right away?" he asked, glancing at me as we reached his car.
"Not really," I said, eyeing him curiously. "Why? What do you have in mind?"
"Nothing fancy. Just… come over. Hang out. My place."
There was a pause. Then I kissed his cheek lightly.
"Sure. Let's go before I change my mind."
At his place, everything felt quieter. Intimate. Comfortable. He brought out snacks and drinks, and we settled on the floor, leaning against his bed while the movie played.
I noticed his gaze drifting to me a few times, then lingering. There was no hiding it now.
"You know you're welcome to get comfortable," he whispered, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face.
I arched a brow. "That sounds like trouble."
He grinned. "Only if your mind makes it so. I just" like being near you."
We lay on our sides, facing each other, the movie forgotten.
The room softened. The air thickened.
His fingers reached for my face, brushing against my cheek before he leaned in and kissed me gently, respectfully, like someone who had waited patiently for the right moment.
It wasn't rushed. It wasn't practiced. It was quiet and careful, like a promise.
When he pulled back, his voice dropped.
"I've wanted to do that since the day we first talked."
"Then why didn't you?"
"Because I didn't want to mess it up."
I smiled faintly, brushing my fingertips along his jaw.
"You didn't."
We didn't say much after that. Instead, we returned to the movie—my head resting on his chest, his arm wrapped loosely around me.
Every so often, his thumb traced small circles along my arm, and I found myself memorizing the rhythm.
"Do you want to stay over?" he asked gently, not pushing, just wondering.
I sighed, wanting to say yes. "I should get home tonight. But maybe another time."
He nodded. "Let me drop you off, then. We can stop somewhere for dinner if you're hungry."
"That sounds perfect."
And honestly, it was.
In the end, there were no fireworks, no dramatic declarations.
Just two people, quietly building something real, one moment at a time.