Dylan (18+) [ON HOLD]

chapter twenty-one: L O V E ?

Dylan

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"Squeaks."

"Hm?"

"Squeaks."

"Hm?"

"Wake up, baby."

"Se avienta el mañanero?"

"Do I— No, I gotta pee and I'm still in you," I hiss. A full bladder, a hard dick, and a girl who I'm terrified will wake up and be horrified are not a good combination.

"Hm..." Frowning, Gabby begins to lift herself off of me, and I sigh in relief.

I crawl out of our pit and make my way to the nearest bathroom, a huge half bath with bright flourescents that blind me for a second. 

I relieve mysef quickly and wash my hands before finally stepping back to look at myself in the mirror.

Bare assed naked, a small smattering of tattoos I got in college—all designed by the love of my life who is currently asleep (also bare assed naked) on my couch. I have scratch marks on my shoulders, a hickey on my neck, and my lips are swollen. 

"You're a bastard," I point at my reflection. "Literally."

Jesus fuck, she quite actually asked for it, and I said yes and... She's in a delicate state and no matter what she asked for she didn't need me pawing at her like a sex crazed monster.

I pace, the action swinging my now flaccid length, and decide that that isn't working. Cursing, I run my hands through my hair, tugging on it as though ripping it out would help.

"I shouldn't have done that," I mutter to myself as I slide down the cold tiled wall. 

This wasn't my plan. Not in the slightest. After the wine, my plan just went to shit. I was supposed to offer living with me and ask her to give dating me a try.

I had several contingency plans in the event she assumed I was rebounding, but then she just... asked.

I had not planed for that, couldn't have. Quite frankly with what happened to Gabby, it was hardly a goal, short term or otherwise. I could've been celibate our entire marriage, which of course I'd planned after a solid six months of dating, which would have been another six to plan the wedding—I digress.

Never had I expected that.

Jesus fuck, would that have happened if I'd gotten a hotel on prom night instead of going home? I can feel my erection begin to stir and squash the thought. 

What matters is it's happened now, and now I have to deal with the repercussions of it. 

Flicking the light off, I let myself out of the bathroom and make my way back to Gabby who shivers beneath a pile of pillows. Bastard, didn't even plan for if she'd be cold. 

Frowning, determined to prove myself wrong, I dash quickly to my recently filled linen closet and grab a large blanket. Jogging back to the living room, I gently lay the blanket over Gabby. Fumbling in the darkness for my boxers, I tug them on and climb in behind her.

Sighing, Gabby snuggles backward into my hold. I smile down at her, my eyes roving over her features. A beauty mark she hid until senior year, barely noticeable freckles, a notch in her ear from where an industrial piercing never healed properly.

So many marks, so many stories, so much life in such a perfect person. My eyes stray to her hand, it's no longer bandaged and the stitches are removed. It's much less gnarly and yet all the same it reminds me of my current predicament.

She's survived so much. Sex should've been the last thing I agreed to. Frowning, I wrap my arm around her waist. The action causes my frown to deepen further, feeling the bare skin of her belly. I should've gotten my own blanket, or given her a shirt.

I blow out a frustrated breath but snuggle closer, unwilling to wake her when she's resting so peacefully. I close my eyes, determined to sleep, though it doesn't come so easily.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this, you know," I murmur, placing a kiss to the back of her head. "You shocked the hell out of me tonight. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. I wanted to ask you on a date. Not like our usual lunch or brunch—I was gonna ask you to a fancy place. Somewhere Derek owns probably, I'd get us the VIP treatment, buy out the entire place so we wouldn't be disturbed. No fans, no friends, no family. I'd have done it right.

"I love you, Gabby. I think... I think I always have. I don't know why it's taken us so long to get here," I laugh, blinking away a tear that beads in my eye. "I blame your mom's slipper, honestly. Or your dad, definitely your dad. Or maybe... me? You know my mom... she didn't want us. Not just me and Russ—any of us. She wanted a daughter," I snort. 

"Didn't even stay around for her, but she always wanted a girl. She loved you so much. But, she didn't... she couldn't love us. And I guess I just wonder... if you'll ever love me, like I love you? It's stupid. You said you did, and by God do I want to believe you... I just... why did you ask for this?

"I'd give you the world on a silver platter, Squeaks... It's funny, I didn't even want to play pro ball. Fuck, by the time Russ and I were drafted, Derek had earned enough to feed us for decades, and Levi was on his way to doing the same. I wanted to be able to provide for you. To give you everything you could ever want... to be enough... and I know that you're not the type to ask for that, but that makes me want to love you even more. I... I love you, Mighty Mouse."

I bury my nose in Gabby's hair, taking a deep whiff of her peppermint perfume, ignoring the tears that slip down my face, as I drift off, wrapped around Gabby.

. . .

Happy Spooktober. I hate this chapter lol, emotions scare me.

A little insight into Dylan.

This was not part of my gah damn plan. 😐 But, someone pm'd me that Dylan had no personality, so that's fun.😃👍🏽

I use a word counter to pick chapter names and I use one of the most used/most relevant words in the chapter as the chapter name. The most used word is Gabby. 😐

And so therefore we have a semi-repeated title, though still very apt.

Unedited as usual.

Remember to stay safe.♥

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