Dating The Enemy's Son ||ON HOLD//EDITING||

Your Fingers Are Cold

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Fourteen -> Olivia Parks

"I'll get us towels." I smiled, standing up and quickly walking to his sink that held two towels.

Dylan and I spent an hour in the tub just talking and joking with eachother. It was an amazing distraction and honestly one of the reasons why I like him so much. He can always make me smile when I'm sad.

"Here." I handed him a towel after I wrapped mine around my chest. He put the towel in front of him before standing up and wrapping it around my waist.

"Do you get angry when you get hickeys?" He asked suddenly.

"Yeah, I guess." I shrugged. "I mean, I just hate what they look like when I get them."

"Okay. He nodded. "So, don't look in the mirror."

"What?" I asked before walking over to the full length mirror that was beside his sink.

I looked at my chest and saw hickeys scattered around my collar bones. I placed my finger gently on each of them, counting as I went. 11. 11 fucking hickeys.

"I'll kill you." I growled.

"Now wait." He said, putting his hands up in defense. "Lets be honest. If you didn't pounce on me and get me all rowelled up, this never would have happensd." He defended walking behind me.

"Rowelled up?" I asked.

"Yeah." He nodded. "And I mean you gave me on too so shut up."

"You did not just tell me to shut up." I giggled.

"Oh, but I did." He smiled kissing the back of my head. "Come on. Lets go get dressed.

I followed him into his room. He went over to his drawers, grabbing clothes while I followed. "Give me a pair of your sweats." I said as he pulled a pair for himself.

"What?" He asked.

"Give me some sweats." I repeated. He chuckled slightly but handed me a pair of grey sweatpants. I kissed his cheek before walking back to my bag.

"Tell me." I said turning around with two bras in my hand. "Which one looks cuter?"

"The black one." He mumbled. I set the red one down before turning around and putting on the black lace bra. I grabbed the pair of matching panties that Dylan shockingly grabbed and put them on before dropping my towel.

"Shit." I heard Dylan mumble causing me to turn around. I looked at him to see he was only in his boxers. I couldn't help but stare at his six pack and toned arms. Shit I was lucky.

"You know, I think we should just make out." I shrugged.

"Haha." He rolled his eyes playfully at me. "Get my clothes on and we can cuddle."

"I like cuddling, cuddling works to." I nodded. I quickly put on his oversized sweat pants before picking up his sweater, that I was previously wearing, from the floor and putting it on.

I jumped into his bed with him quickly following after. He laid on his back as I laid my head on his chest. I wrapped my arm around his bare torso as his hand pulled his sweater up, drawing light patterns on my back.

"Your fingers are cold." I mumbled against his chest.

"Are they?" He asked, probably smirking.

"Yeah." I giggled.

"Yeah, well your backs warm so." He mumbled.

"Nice come back." I giggled.

"Yeah, yeah." He rolled his eyes. I leaned up and placed my lips on his for a second before slowly pulling away.