Hearting, Hurting

spoilers or whatever but don't ask why im still publishing

"Did you enjoy the food?" Dylan attempts to make some small talk after our date at some random nameless fancy restaurant. He cups my hand as we walk down the footpath.

I shudder. "Yes." I reply briefly and instinctively. I mean, it wasn't really something out of this world, but I'm glad I got to spend some more time with him alone since I'm so busy. 

"Where are we going now?" I try diverting the conversation, since he doesn't seem to respond to my "Yes".

He tugs my hand a slightly and starts trodding faster, don't know why. "My apartment." His voice lowers about half an octave. Now that was ever so slightly dramatic.

"What? You never told me that we would today-"

"I did tell you a while ago I wanted to bring my girlfriend over to my own place," he interrupts, 

"Dylan, remember I told you that I can't stay with you after 6 pm?"

He tilts his chin slightly up and glares at me. "What? To meet up with some other guy?"

My mouth drops ever so slightly, a bit shocked he'd accuse me of...

"Just kidding, Layla," his expression softens as he squishes my cheeks between his thumb and index finger. "my lovely Layla knows that she's mine and only mine, right?"

I blush. My lip quivers into a toothless smile, not knowing how to put my response into words.

He mutters something under his breath. "At least not without my permission," 

"What's that supposed to mean?" I blurt out. Maybe it wasn't appropriate to respond to something he'd clearly intended for me not to hear.

He doesn't respond. "Anyways, just come over for a little bit. It wouldn't hurt to sacrifice a ten minutes of your live show or whatever."

How did he remember that was the reason? I told him about a week ago, I think, but I guess I never brought it up again because it's kind of embarrassing. Because we aren't as popular as let's say BTS or some other K-Pop group, and mentioning it would make it seem like I'm entitled for playing in an almost success-less music group... And he also makes the joke about "meeting up with some other guy" so why would he remember...? Whatever. Let's hope we have some magic success like Fifty Fifty did with their song Cupid.

"We have had a few hours alone, I'm just yearning for some more. I know I'm being selfish and ungrateful because I see you at work, but I just want a little more alone time with you," His eyes look a lot warmer now, and his cheeks have turned one shade pink. Like the sky in this moment. 

I smile back - properly this time. "Sure," He leans in to kiss my cheek.

Dylan's house wasn't too far off our date spot. As we walk by, we pass the o2 arena lite, where silent heartbeats would be performing tonight.  It was reassuring to know I wouldn't have to walk too far to go back and get ready with the girls. 

❤️❤️❤️

He bends down slightly.

Ah, I'm being kissed... by him... Why am I acting like it's something new? We've kissed in our one week of being together. Obviously. But this feels a little different. For some reason, in a good way. I lean in closer, fumbling to put my hands somewhere on him so it's not awkward. Am I doing this right? With my hands running through his hair while kissing... stood up?

In response, his hands creep up my thighs to my waist, my back, running over my bra strap through my top. His hands are so big - the warmth from his movements sends a small rush pleasure through bloodstream from my feet to my cheeks, causing me to basically blush with my entire body.

This kiss was different. I can't compare because I haven't been kissed by another pair of lips before - in this way - but it felt so naughty. The way 

This is it.

I'm having sex. 

For the first time.

Sex feels so good...