Stick To the Script // Danny O'Donoghue

Chapter 22-If You Ever Come Back

Danny

I wake up early the next morning tangled in the bed sheets with her face next to mine, which has been my dream for years.

Her skin looks flawless and smooth as she lays there, her arms curled up by her face. A lock of her hair has fallen over her eye and I reach over and brush it away.

Her eyes flutter a bit, but she doesn't wake up.

I listen to the steady sound of her breathing, in and out, in and out.
She shifts and one of her feet grazes my leg. Her toes are freezing.

I look down and notice that the white bed sheet is hanging off of her and I can see one of her breasts.

I quickly cover her out of respect.

She stirs a little in her sleep, but doesn't wake, she only throws one of her bare arms towards me and it falls next to my hand.

I see that it's covered in Goosebumps and rub it gently as I sit there staring at her.

She gasps a little and her eyes dart open after a while of my touch.

"Hi." she says softly, reaching her arms up to stretch.

Her blue eyes look tired and damp, her lips dry.

She licks them.

"Good morning." I tell her.

"It's early." she moans.

"Yea," I say.

She runs her hands along her face and then her hair.

She never took her makeup off last night, but most of it smudged off.
She sighs, "I feel like shit. My face feels disgusting...and my hair," she moans, "it's all oily and gross. I'm sorry you have to see me like this. Must be a nightmare to wake up to this." she gestures to her face.

"Absolutely not...Bryna, you're a gorgeous looking girl."

"You're just saying that," she whispers, "because you have to. You're like a parent. You have to say those kinds of things."

"Oh well great, I'm glad to know that you think of me like a parent and yet you still had sex with me."

She laughs, "Yea, I guess you're not a parent. You know what I mean though."

"No." I say. "I don't. You are beautiful."

"Well thank you." she says, though she still doesn't seem like she gets it.

She closes her eyes and for a while I think that she's sleeping again, but then she grins and opens them with a small sigh.

"You've got me exhausted." she tells me bashfully.

"I'm sorry." I say softly.

"No," she smiles at me. "Don't be sorry. It's a good thing."

I stare at her laying there, less than a foot away from me, her sweet face pink with embarrassment. She gives me that cute little closed mouth smile.

"Why are you so good?" she asks bashfully.

"What do you mean? Good at what?" I ask even though I know exactly what she's talking about.

"At sex." she blushes.

"Dunno." I say. "I guess because I'm singer."

"That can't be it. I've slept with plenty of singers and they weren't that great."

I raise my eyebrows at her, and grin slightly, "You have now? Is that your type then? Musicians?"

Her eyes widen as if she's just realizing what she said.