Late Night Talks

*David's POV

'She kissed me! She actually kissed me!! I didn't have to force her!' My mind couldn't stop. This is what I have been wanting since I brought her here. And it finally happened.

"Why are you smiling like an idiot?" she asked, playing with my hair. We're in the car on our way home. The glasses were not showing outside this time since I personally selected the car.

"You kissed me!" I replied happily, making myself comfortable on her lap.

"And?" She said, leaning closer to my face. I could feel myself getting nervous.

"I ... I, " I shattered as she approached my lips. She then smashed her lips on mine. It took me a while to respond to her kiss because I was dumbfounded. I finally realized that this wasn't a dream and responded to her amazing kiss. I slowly got off her lap without breaking the kiss. When I made sure that I sat comfortably, I dragged her onto my lap, wrapping my hands around her waist while she rested hers on my shoulder for support. I pushed my tongue, asking for entrance, but she refused to give it to me. So I massaged her butt which made her moan. I took the chance and entered my tongue inside her mouth, tasting every inch of it. She tasted incredible. Our hot make-out session was interrupted when the driver told us we reached home.

"We're home," she said, breathing heavily. I nodded and wrapped her legs around my torso. I then got out of the car carrying her. I gently put her on the couch and hovered above her. I was about to kiss her, but she put her finger on my lips, halting my actions.

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"Let's not do anything tonight,".she slowly said. "Let's talk," she added.

"About what?"

"About us," I grinned when she said 'us'. "I mean you and me. Let's get to know each other," she explained.

"But I know everything about you," I said, removing a strand of hair from her face.

"You will tell me about yourself then," she excitedly suggested. I smiled and pecked her lips.

"Let me make dinner then," I got off of her.

"Are you hungry too?" she questioned, making me laugh hard.

"Yes, I'm hungry. What do you want to eat?"

"Cup Noodles," she clapped. I was about to say something, but she cut me. "It is real food," she was irritated.

"Okay, okay," I raised my hand in defeat. I then carried her to the kitchen and placed her on the counter.

"How did you learn to cook?" she questioned, eating the snack I gave her.

"I lived alone for a long time," I replied after I got two cups out of the cabinet.

"How long?" she wasn't moving her eyes from the bag of chips she is eating.

"Since I was eight," I said, turning the boiler on. This time, she raised her head to face me. She must be too stunned.

"EIGHT?!" I nodded. "How old are you?"

"Twenty Six," I replied, putting the spices inside the cup.

"That is almost twenty years," she exaggerated.

"Eighteen years, five months, and fourteen days to be exact," she awed in amusement. I then poured the boiled water into the cups and closed them for a few minutes.

"You have been counting since then?" she was shocked. I simply nodded. "Wow, that's interesting," she commented.

."It's done," I said, and she clapped. I chuckled at her and asked, "do you want to eat here?"

"No, I need to take a shower," she attempted to get off the counter. I quickly carried her before her feet touches the ground. "You don't have to carry me. I need to walk," she complained.

"You will walk when I am not here," I stated and took her to our bedroom. She took a bathrobe and went to the bathroom. I also had a quick shower in the guest room and microwaved the noodles. I brought them to the bedroom and Liah was drying her hair. She looks like a princess doing that. How can a person look incredibly amazing doing the bare fucking minimum?

"Do you want me to open the door and let you in?" she asked sarcastically. I shook my head and went inside. She tied her hair into a messy bun and I carried her to bed. "Isn't it cold?" she questioned.

"I microwaved it," I replied giving her the cup.

"Good," she said before digging into her food. She wasn't talking the whole time she was eating. 'What a cute human,' I thought and started eating my food. Fifteen minutes later both of us were finished and I took the cups with me to the trash. When I got back, Liah was comfortably lying on the bed.

"Scoot over," I ordered which she obeyed nicely. I then lay beside her fronting her beautiful face. My blessing. "So, what do you wanna know about me?" I asked tracing her cheeks.

"You told me that your mother gave you to boarding school when you were five, remember?" I hummed in response. "So how come you live alone since you were eight?" she continued.

"I escaped from there. It was hard for me. I just couldn't take it anymore," I explained.

"Were you abused?"

"I was tortured," I said with no emotions. "They put me in a cold dark basement trying me up on a chair for days without giving me food or water. I didn't even do anything wrong, you know. They just like to torture me for no fucking reason like it was a fun thing to do. I was just five, I shouldn't have experienced everything they did to me," a single tear escaped from my eye which was wiped quickly by her. I saw that she was also on the urge of crying. So I slowly leaned in and kissed her passionately. I pulled out a few moments later and wiped her tears.

"They are cruel! How could a person be so heartless?!" she said, angrily.

"The world is cruel," I added wiping the remaining tears from her eyes. "Now, what is your next question?" I tried to change the topic.

"Where did you go when you escaped?" she asked. I could sense curiosity in her tone.

"Streets, I went to the streets," I replied caressing her hair.

"What?!" she was shocked as hell. I nodded. "Isn't it harder?" she widened her eyes.

"Nothing was harder for me at that time. I just wanted to release myself from that prison," I explained.

"How did you survive?" she got more interested.

"I did many jobs. I sold candy, newspapers, drugs, and even guns. That's when I joined the mafia gang," I elaborated.

"How did you join them?" she continued.

"It was February seven. I was selling drugs for a high school student and a bunch of police came to our area. I wasn't even bothered that they came because it wasn't the first time this happened. The kid runaway as he saw the polices. They asked me if I saw someone and showed me his picture. The guy was right in front of me but I told the police that I have never seen him. Thankfully he believed me and all of them left. As soon as they left the guy approached me and asked me why I lied to the police I told him that I didn't want more trouble than I already had. He then asked me where I lived and I told him the truth. He offered me to work with them and they will provide me with shelter which was the best offer for me at that time so I accepted it without any hesitation," I said playing with her hair. I thought she would get tired of me but instead, she was excited to hear more.

"Then what happened?"

"I became a mafia. I did my best to be the best mafia in the gang. And a year later the leader adopted me and changed my name," I said staring at her.

"Changed your name?" I nodded. "What was your name?" she asked wiping something from my face.

"Darren," God it feels weird to say that name after fifteen years.

"It is a beautiful name, Darren," she smiled. It sounds even better when she says it. I couldn't help but peck her lips. She is way too cute to resist. "By the way, I saw a tattoo on your back. It was a date. What is that?" she fixed her pillow.

"If you are going to ask about my tattoo," I removed my t-shirt and sat down. She also sat beside me putting one leg on the other. She is so adorable. "For your information, I also am a tattoo artist," I said making her jaw drop.

"You are multi-talented," she complimented me. I smiled at her silliness. "tell me about the date first," she must be wondering for a long time.

"17.03.2002 the day I escaped from that torture," I replied. She traced my back with her finger which is making the whole zoo of butterflies dance in my stomach.

"They are a lot," she kept tracing. "What about this one?"She touched it "The one with the bloody flower?" she explained.

"That's my first tattoo. I got it when Darren died inside me," I answered. She caressed it and left a peck on it. Okay, I will definitely die because of my insane heartbeat. She then came in front of me and took my arm.

"Whose eye is this?" she asked.

"Your eyes," she simply nodded. I'm sure she is sleepy now.

"What about this date?" she asked yawning pointing at my left chest.

"14.09.17 the day I met you," I answered. She hummed closing her eyes.

"What about ...," I didn't let her finish.

"You will ask tomorrow, princess," I said helping her lie on the bed.

"Okay then," she closed her eyes. I wrapped my hands around her waist and rest my head on her chest.

"Thank you for showing interest in me," I pecked her chest and drifted to my dreamland.