To Girls You've Ever Loved | ✔️

Chapter 19

Dahlia Meadows

"Just like that." I nodded, and paused as I followed it with a delightful laugh as my eyes started glistening. It was so heartwarming to see Dallas come to my place at such a rush of time. It was the bare minimum for others but for me it clearly wasn't. Having to experience this type of care from someone was something that soothed me so much.

I knew we were going over the boundaries for our recent interactions with each other. It felt too rushed that we both had all become this close, and yet so intimate. In this way that we both knew our feelings for each other, I wanted to take it slow. I wanted to know him better and I wanted him to know me.

It had been a while since I had opened up my IG. It was a mess out there when the rumor got out that everything I could have posted in my feeds were all possibly dupes. It was sad to say that before my parents went broke, my mom had immediately given me everything she possessed in terms of materialistic things. I looked at my followers and they were low back on 400k, I only lost 100k followers but I was less disappointed this time.
I had felt the loss of me wanting the attention from people anymore.
I had this feeling that I can finally say that Ah, so this is how it feels to be so free.

I had led myself to a miserable life, becoming someone who overshared her whole life on social media. Pleading someone's attention, it was so hard to maintain myself with the urgency to always check up my insights. Though, for a long time, I hadn't been so urged not to post anymore.
So this is it, war is finally fucking over for me.
Now, I realized that's how fucking boring my life was. Becoming a "media star" was all that I truly had wanted, but now what I truly found myself wanting is to shower myself with the self-love I truly deserve without begging for it online.

I realized that I hadn't taken any pictures with Dallas. I wanted to take pictures where he wouldn't be seen.
Since, he was just for me.
I took a picture where half of his face was seen, and the towel was still resting on his neck. His icy eyes had almost reflected through the camera to the point it was so seen. His damp hair made it look better.

"Wow, Dallas! Never knew you were this sexy." I faced my phone towards him, and posted it in my IG. "Thank you for your sincere-not compliment."

A sarcastic laugh rippled through my throat as I didn't mean that compliment seriously. He looked at me giving me some kind of death stare but that didn't affect me at all since I was still laughing purely because of myself.
"You're still laughing." I walked closer to him and leaned closer to him. "I am, Mr. Dallas." as I fixed myself in a steady position, he grabbed my waist with his warm hands. With that, I eventually flushed out from embarrassment because of my image in the mirror in front of us — sitting in his lap sideways.
"Still laughing?"

I looked at him, all flustered that I couldn't spout any words from my mouth, I collected myself to calm down and soon replied. "No, not anymore. Let me go." As I forced myself out of his lap, he grabbed my waist tighter, not making me have any more strength to force myself out.

We looked at each other for quite a while. He started touching my thighs, slowly caressing it. I was so weak because of his touch everytime, it's always making me so fucking flustered.
He gripped my hips tighter, closing the distance of our bodies. I looked at him for a moment, then I started moving in as I touched his lips with mine. The kiss started for around a minute, until then he grabbed my head and started kissing me back. I lay a smile on my lips as he kissed me, soon then I felt him groan. "You.. have this addicting taste on you, Dahlia." I looked at him, laid my hands on his neck as I grabbed the strands of his hair to force us in closer. He moved his lips from my neck, then beside my ears.
"You look beautiful tonight." he whispered as butterflies crippled up in my stomach.
I laughed as he caught my mouth roughly as he eased me back, laying me down on the sofa. His body against mine felt more than warm, he was covering my body with his own body.

His hands tightened on my waist, he slowly murmured behind my ears. "Make this moment your happiest."
It felt like I was solidified just to turn into a liquid.

"I will." I softly whispered. Our mouths crashed with each other roughly that it felt so good. His hands found their way to my thighs, brushing it with his palm. His damp shirt was sticking within his chest, when I compressed myself with him.

"We can't be doing this, we aren't together." Dallas jerked back and glared at me as his hands were still laid on my hips.
"We already did it." I looked at him, locking my arms behind his neck.
"Are we going out then?"
"Then, we are. What an ironic way to ask me out while we're like this." I laughed as I settled myself to sit beside him. I looked at him, and rested my head on his shoulders. "Seriously, I'm asking you out." as he cupped my shoulders and forced my body to face each other.

"We are dating, Dallas." It might have been a childish or a reckless way to get asked out, but who cares? What we felt during that moment was all that mattered. I was happy, he was happy, we're both happy and it was all that made our hearts happy.

We were just in our twenties with no dating experiences and it was absolutely too acceptable that we both didn't know how to confess with each other.

Dallas was just a guy who I'd seen in the midst of the crowd. Now, it felt like amidst that crowd, I am there — looking at the guy I have now.

To girls you've ever loved, Dallas.
I'll be the one to have you in my arms tonight, even if we already know how it could possibly end.