When I woke up it was 6 am. Dan wasn't in my bed anymore. Instead, there was a note. "I am out to get us some breakfast. I'll be back soon. Xoxo, Dan." I felt the butterflies again when I read his name. Everything that had happened yesterday felt like a dream. But this note was proof it had all happened. I still couldn't believe it. Someone actually liked me. Just when I wanted to get up and see where Dan was, the nurse came in and ordered me back into bed. She said there was no way she was going to let me get up. She kept on ranting about the seriousness of my accident, but I didn't listen to her. My mind was occupied with only one thing. Dan. When the nurse finally left, I sneaked out of my room, ignoring my headache and sore feet, and went to the cafeteria. I searched for Dan. I was just about to leave when I saw him walking towards the hall my room was in. I yelled his name and he spun around, a look of worry on his face. He sat the food and tea he had in his hands on the nearest table and ran towards me. "You can't be out of bed! You are hurt!" more worry crossed his face as he studied me. Shit. He noticed I was limping. "I'm fine." I said, knowing it was useless. Without a word he lifted me off of my feet and carried me to my room. If it was anyone else doing this, I would have been mad and told them not to treat me like a child. With him, I felt like a princess needed to be rescued, and I let him take care of me. He put me down on the bed so gently that I thought he was scared I would break in half if he did this any faster. He left the room to get the food and came back even faster than I thought possible. He had picked out some French toast and strawberry yoghurt. The tea was caramelized pear, I tasted. My favorite. "How did you know I liked all of this?" I asked him. "Well, yesterday, when you were asleep, your parents visited. They had only heard about the accident six hours after it had happened. I wasn't in your bed when they arrived, I didn't want to give the wrong impression. Your mom sat there for hours, crying and telling me all about you, as if you were about to die. How you liked pandas, and that you cared so much for everyone around you. That you had never had a boyfriend." I started blushing and he grinned at me. "Of course, that isn't true anymore." He said. Really? Was he really that into me to state that he was my boyfriend? Wow, I am so lucky. "Well, since you are my boyfriend, I would like to know more about you. And you'd probably want to know more about me. How old are you?" I knew my parents wouldn't want me to date someone I didn't know the age of, and quite frankly I was curious. "22. My birthday was the 11th of June. What about you?" 22? Well, my maximum age difference was set at 8 years, so it's within boundaries. "16. My birthday was the 19th of April. I really hope this isn't a mayor turn off for you, I am 6 years younger, practically still a child." "You are not a child to me. I really like you, Kyra, age isn't going to change that." He flashed one of those amazing smiles again. "What about your parents? Don't they want to know where you are?" I asked him. His parents must be worried, they haven't heard him come home. "My parents didn't move here with me. I live alone." Wow, I would have been terrified to move to a town alone without knowing anyone. "Of course, the hospital had to call my parents as well, and they didn't really formulate it very well. The hospital said I was involved in an accident. My parents thought I was the one who was injured, which is understandable. It took the hospital an hour to calm them down." I saw he was enjoying this, and even I thought it was pretty funny. "Ever since they have been calling me. Apparently they needed to hear from me that I was fine." "They're not coming over, are they?" I knew the look he had on his face. I had used it so many times myself, that I knew what it meant. He was not telling me something. "Well, once I told them that I had met you, and that I liked you, they wanted to meet you, and make sure you were okay as well. Trust me, I tried to talk them out of it, I knew you wouldn't like to meet my parents already. There was just no stopping them. I'm sorry." I knew he meant it. "It's okay, I think it's sweet they want to make sure I'm fine." I assured him. I didn't mind. I knew his caring for others runs in the family.
"I am bored," I told him. I had finished my breakfast four hours ago and Dan's parents had already visited. They were very nice to me, and genuinely seemed to care. When they left Dan told me it was one of the most embarrassing moment of his life, but I thought it was cute, and he kissed me again. It was the same gentle kiss as yesterday, but with more passion. Last time he was a bit hesitant, he didn't know if I liked him or not. I felt he knew it now. "Should I put on a movie?" he asked. I would love to watch one with him, but I doubt the nurses were going to let me, since they still thought I shouldn't even move. "The nurses won't allow it. They think I cannot do anything without breaking apart or dying." I saw him smiling. "You have no idea of how persuasive I can be." He said. "I can imagine."I said, sighing. It wasn't a sigh of boredom, it was one of love. He knew it. "What kind of movie do you want?" he asked in a most gentle voice. "Surprise me." I said.
A moment later he came back with a movie. A horror movie. "Do you like horror?" I asked. I hated it, to be honest, but with him I didn't care. I would be laying on this bed with him next to me, and that was all I needed to feel safe. There was no way I could get scared when I had him to protect me. "It is my favorite genre. Why? Don't you like it? I can get a different one if you'd like." He must have heard it in my voice that I didn't really like it. "It's fine, we'll watch it." I told him. I didn't want him to leave again, I just wanted to feel him next to me. He put the movie on and laid down. He opened his arms for me and I cuddled into him. I never thought this would be comfortable. I had seen it in movies all the time, but damn, I could cuddle like this all day. Once the movie was over, Dan had fallen asleep. I guessed he had seen the movie already, and thought it was boring. I turned off the tv and cuddled into him again. I fell asleep as well.
After two weeks I could finally go home again. Dan had been in the hospital every day and I had learned more about him. He lived in London before coming here. How he had a best friend at home, PJ, and that he really missed him. That he was glad he had moved here, otherwise he wouldn't have met me. How he likes to play kingdom hearts, one of my favorite games. He loves true blood, which I have never watched. He promised me we'd watch it together. When I got home my parents had organized a big party. Dan and I thought this was the right time to announce he was my boyfriend. We had a great time at the party, and my friends really liked Dan. I was glad when it was all over, because I was really tired. I went to my room to find Dan there. He had lit candles and put on nice music. He gestured me to come to him. I did and he laid me down on my bed. He laid down on top of me and I couldn't do anything but stare into his eyes. "I love you." I whispered. "I love you too." He whispered back. At that he started kissing me. At first it was still gentle, but within time it got more rough and we could feel the tension build in our bodies. We wanted each other, and we wanted each other bad. He started kissing my neck while he was unbuttoning my shirt. I had never had sex before, but I was ready. I had watched porn, and I knew the basics. I couldn't move. Dan's body was pinning me to the bed. He had unbuttoned my shirt and leaned back a little to see what was underneath. "God, you are so beautiful." He whispered. I was nervous in the beginning, but now he assured me I had nothing to be afraid of. He kissed me again for a while and removed his own shirt. He wasn't a body builder, and he wasn't fat. It was somewhere in between, just the way I like it. He got off of me, but not enough to let me move again, and removed both of our pants. Thank god I always wear matching lingerie and keep it tidy down there. He got back on top and kissed even more passionately than before. I let my hands run through his hair as he started to take off my bra. I was terrified that he wouldn't like what he'd see, but he didn't seem to care. He seemed to love every bit of me, and I was sure he was going to explore every bit. He got back to the kissing while rubbing, probably unconsciously, his body onto mine. He had taken off his underwear, but I didn't notice. I was too occupied with the kissing, I was trying my best. He took off my underwear as well. He stared into my eyes. "Are you ready for this? I don't want to do this unless you do." He said. He really cared for me, and I loved him for it. He made me feel so special. I wanted him to take my virginity. "I'm ready." I whispered.