All Chapters of Divorce didn't make me your ex: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

JOSHUAI close my eyes and imagine Daniela’s dress clinging to her body, water droplets sliding down her skin. I don’t know how I managed to stay calm the entire ride home, knowing she was naked under my hoodie.It would have been so easy to slide my hand onto her thigh and keep going up. So easy to touch her pussy. If she had leaned forward even once, I would’ve gotten a glimpse.I couldn’t sit still—I had to keep readjusting, hoping somehow she wouldn’t notice what she was doing to my body. I prayed she didn’t see how hard I was, because I wouldn’t have been able to explain it.— Fuck!I grip my cock a little tighter, starting to slide my hand up and down faster. My mouth falls open as I brace one hand against the shower wall to steady myself. The water is hot, fogging the glass while I jerk off thinking about Daniela.I start imagining what it would feel like if her hand wrapped around me. Her small, soft hands… or her mouth around me.Fuck… her mouth.Those soft, full lips sliding

DANIELAI walk a little farther down the corridor, looking for the medium and large canvases. I got to the art supply store in the city center as early as possible to buy supplies for Josh. I already grabbed every acrylic color they had and an acrylic varnish to go over everything.Hmm, how many canvases do I need? I think to myself while pursing my lips.I don’t know how often he paints or how long it takes him to finish one, so I grab three of each of the two main sizes. When he fills them up, we can buy more.Yeah, that’s a good plan.I head to the counter, pay, grab the two full bags, and head back home. As soon as I get there, I go straight to my room and look for a piece of paper to write on. When I find one, I grab my pen and write:“Don’t worry about your paintings. —Dani.”I slip the note into one of the bags, hold both of them with one hand, and carefully jump to his balcony. I set the bags on the floor and knock lightly on the glass with my knuckles, waiting a few seconds w

DANIELA“Why didn’t your parents ever teach you how to cook?” Josh asks me while taking the thawed ground beef out of the microwave.“Well, my mom wanted to, but I was never really interested in cooking. I think it’s easier to set the kitchen on fire than to fry an egg,” I say, shrugging as I line up all the spices he asked me to grab.“In that case, if I were you, I probably wouldn’t cook either.”I turn to the side, placing one hand on the counter to lean on it and the other on my hip.“What’s that supposed to mean?” I raise an eyebrow while he throws me a quick glance before pouring oil into a pan and turning on the stove.“It shouldn’t mean anything more than that, just saying,” he replies, smiling at me before adding the ground beef to the now-hot pan.You know what? I’m going to take his words as a compliment instead of an insult, because it just means I know my limits well.“You wanted to learn how to cook, so sprinkle a little bit of all these spices into the ground beef,” he

DANIELAI tie my hair into a low ponytail and pull up my black leggings, checking myself in the full-length mirror.I look really good today.I’m feeling confident in myself right now and I’ve learned to have a much better relationship with my body, but it hasn’t always been like this.One thing that made me extremely insecure when I was younger was my thighs. I have more of an hourglass or pear-shaped body, so whenever I gained weight, it all went there, and I hated it—especially when I sat down and they looked even bigger.Another thing that made me insecure was my height. I didn’t like being short. I wanted to be at least 1.65 m or 1.67 m when I grew up, but I ended up at 1.62 m, which now doesn’t bother me at all.I still have a few things I feel a little insecure about, but usually only when I overthink them. One of them is that my breasts are small—just a 32A. I only feel insecure about them in one very specific moment, and that’s during sex. When I lie on my back, my chest look

DANIELA “Have you already decided what you’re going to wear?” Priscila asks me while applying mascara.“I’m torn between these two outfits. Which one do you prefer?” I ask her, looking at the two completely different clothes laid out on my bed.“Hmm, let me see,” she says, coming closer to me.I’m undecided between a long-sleeved white mini dress that cinches at the waist paired with white knee-high boots, or a tight black one-shoulder dress with black knee-high boots covered in rhinestones.“The black dress,” she says before going back to her makeup.“I agree,” I say, putting the dress on.“So… what’s going on between you and Ryan?” She turns to me, raising an eyebrow.“Nothing is going on between me and Ryan. Why do you ask?” I sit next to her to start doing my makeup too.“Oh come on, Daniela! He likes you. Like, a lot,” she says, applying lipstick.“How are you all so sure he likes me?”“Seriously? He literally flirts with you all the time,” she says, rolling her eyes.“Yeah, Rya