Unpredictable

Chapter 9: Crybaby

Dylan was there to greet us when we arrived, and stopped me from taking Evie into her own house. "Her dads'll find out, dammit, Sophie, I told you that you never should've gone. Tanya was what, playing strip poker or some shit?"

"Does she usually do that?" I was surprised at his accuracy.

"Yes," growled Dylan. "She abandons Evie, leaves her to rot. God, if I had a dime...anyway, you two can spend the night at my house. That's what Edward and Doug already think you're doing anyway."

I nodded shakily as Dylan carried Evie's unconscious body into his spare bedroom. I noticed he didn't have any others, and immediately headed for the couch...only to find that the couch, too, was occupied by Ethan. My hands began shaking as I recalled the events of earlier tonight.

I could've been raped.

Dylan had been right all along, I should never have gone to that party, and I had never wanted to go...I hugged myself and I cried, realizing I would be sleeping on the floor.

"Hey, so I was thinking - Soph, Soph, what's wrong? What happened?" Dylan asked quietly, running his hands soothingly up and down my shoulders. I cursed myself for crying. It was nothing, and here I was blubbering.

"Some dude grabbed me without my consent," I muttered, wiping away my tears. "I kneed him in the balls. It's fine."

"I'm so sorry, Sophie," murmured Dylan, pulling me into him. "Um, what I was thinking earlier, you could have my bed, if you wanted."

"But - but don't you have to sleep in your bed?"

"I don't have to," Dylan said. "I can stand to sleep on the floor, for one night."

"No, no, I couldn't do that, I'll just go back over next door..."

"Sophie, it's no trouble, nothing at all," promised Dylan. "Besides, if you go back over there, you'll wake Edward and Doug up, and get us all in trouble." When I still looked unsure, Dylan pouted at me. "C'mon, Soph, Doug scares me."

I bit my lip. "Fine, but you have to sleep in your bed."

"If you insist," smirked Dylan, grinning at me.

He didn't let up, and when I tried to set up a small cot-like area on the floor by laying down several blankets and a pillow, he picked me back up and set me down next to him. I was wearing one of his white undershirts and a pair of his boxers.

He was wearing no shirt, so I had a clear view of his six-pack, but he was considerate enough to wear gray sweatpants. I could only imagine how hot he must have been. His arms circled around my waist as he fell asleep, his chin resting on my shoulder, and even as I opened my mouth to protest, I knew that I didn't mind.

Slowly, I fell asleep to the sound of Dylan's heartbeat, relishing in the warmth of his body as he pulled me ever closer to him, and I let out a contented sigh.

I was getting too close, I thought as I fell asleep.

But was that such a bad thing?

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We were woken up at three in the morning by the sounds of Aurora wailing. Dylan muttered a groggy apology and slid into his slippers, heading towards the nursery, and I just followed, knowing that I wouldn't go back to sleep without Dylan there. "Shh, honey," I murmured, taking Aurora from Dylan, who circled his arms back around my waist. "Shh, baby girl."

Slowly, Aurora's voice quieted, and Dylan guided me to a sitting position against his rock-hard chest, where he was sat on the floor, against the wall.