Irresistible Compulsions

||Ch. Three|| "Have Any Wet Dreams About Me?"

The smell of bacon woke me up.
I think my stomach woke up before the rest of me because as I rubbed my hands over my face, I could feel and hear my stomach rumble at the smell of food.

Wait, who's cooking?

It's a Friday meaning Jake was at work and I'd have the house to myself. Or so I thought.

I hop out of bed, trudging downstairs to the kitchen. I pass the mirror in the hallway on my way there, admiring how royally fucked my hair always managed to tangle itself while I slept.

To my surprise, I find Dylan standing in front of the stove in his underwear, shirtless might i add. His sculpted shoulders look Godly from behind, show casing what I assume took countless hours of work at the prison gym to acquire.

He hears me walk over to him and turns to me, a smile plastered on his face.

"Sleep well princess?"

I snort in response.

"Have any wet dreams about me?" He teases.

"The only dreams of mine you're in are nightmares Dylan. And judging by the fact that you're standing I my kitchen right now I'm not quite sure I'm awake or suffering some sort of sick and twisted sleep paralysis."

He let's out a loud laugh as he hears me say this. Extending his arm out, offering me a piece of bacon from the tongs he's holding.

I take it, eating the whole piece in one mouthful. He looks at me over, his amusement evident in his eyes.

My eyes betray me as they take in his front profile which is equally, if not more impressive than the back. Most of Jake's mates were easy on the eyes don't get me wrong but Dylan's body seems to dwarf theirs these days, making them all look like little boys.

Dylan's pectorals looked built out of stone, his six pack visible but not overly defind, leading down his torso to meet the sharp V that lines his pelvis, hiding the rest of it's self beneath the bottom of his underwear.
His arms and legs were proportionately muscley and I know fuck all about lifting weights, but I'd imagine whatever he lifts isn't exactly light.

"So what're our plans for today Evie?"

"Ummm who's 'our' because I sure as shit don't plan on leaving this house." I counter, brows raised.

"Suit yourself. Was worth a shot." He shrugs, handing over a plate stacked to the brim with bacon, scrambled eggs and toast. He himself walking over to the table with a plate twice as full.

I grab us a couple of knives and forks from the cutlery drawer deciding I owe it to him to at least sit at the table with him after he'd just cooked me breakfast.

The sound of chewing filled the room. It wasn't awkward silence, just silence.

"So..." I speak in between mouthfuls, never caring too much for table manners. "...you got plans to meet up with any other people now that you're out?"

"Do you remember Rachael from school?" He asks, a smirk lining his face. I nod in his direction, shuddering at the thought.

Rachael and Dylan had an on and off again thing back in high school. She was in the year above Dylan and Jake, making her three years my senior. I never liked her much in school and not much has changed since. She always rubbed me the wrong way. The girl was faker than Kylie Jenner's "natural" lips. I remember her blatantly ignoring me as she walked the school halls, arms linked with Dylan's while her friend Jennifer was pashing Jake.
I remember when Jake first got his licence he'd come offer my friends and I a lift home and she'd always have a little winge about it.