One arm held to the silver knob to his side, the other leaning against the doorjamb. Every muscle that existed, was clear and evident on his body. Up until now, I didn't think that a guy that looked this good existed. It was as if he was made from marble, carved by a god. There were curves where his muscles were, shadows under the cuts of each distinct area. My eyes trailed from his collar bones to his chest, all the way down to his stomach. There were faint lines of where his abs were, a precise V running all the way under the garter of his grey sweatpants.
A breath hitched in my throat as I forced myself to look down at the container. "H-Hi."
"Hey." Either he hadn't noticed my blushing cheeks or he was enjoying making me feel uncomfortable, because he only leaned closer and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Gran and I made cookies." I kept my head down as I pushed the container in front of me.
Dylan dropped his hands to take it from me, not before stepping closer. "Thanks."
His hand met my chin as he lifted my eyes to look into his, the container being the only thing between us. "Dylan?" I heard Nan's voice from behind him.
"I should go." The blush in my cheeks spread like fire. "Enjoy." I began to back away when Nan came up to the door.
"Oh!" She smiled, stepping out onto the porch. "Hi." She rubbed her arms from the cold of the rain.
"Hi." I stopped from bending down to greet her. "I was just dropping off some cookies, as a thank you for coming over to dinner last night. I know it wasn't exactly fun but you stayed and that means a lot to us-- well me." Dylan smiled at my awkward composure and I swear, for a second, the rain stopped for that smile.
"Dear, it's raining!" Nan motioned for me to come inside, but I shook my head hurriedly.
"Oh! No, it's okay! I live right there and I've got my umbrella." I pointed to my house, literally a few steps away.
Nan raised a hand to me, signalling me to keep quiet. "I won't have you walking back in that rain, no matter how close your house is. Come inside."
"Really, it's fine. I wouldn't want to be any trouble." I looked to Dylan for help, but he only gave me an all knowing smirk.
"It's no trouble. I'm glad to have you around. You can go home when this rain starts to ease up." She went to pick up my umbrella, and when I offered to take it she waved me off. "Besides, you're the only one who makes this boy smile like that." Nan turned on her heels and walked back inside, shaking my umbrella on the wooden floor.
Her footsteps were heard as she walked down the hallway, leaving Dylan and I all alone. "You can't win an argument with her. You should know that." I met the mischievous twinkle in his eyes, returning the smile.
"I'm the only one who makes you smile like that?" I teased, tilting my head slightly.
Dylan rolled his eyes, looking away as he pulled me close by my waist. "Whatever."
He stepped aside and I walked past him, his house looked comfortable and welcoming, unlike my uptight modern home, or maybe it was just because the occupants were friendly. The walls were covered with an antique wallpaper, a light lemon base color with white markings printed all over. A third of the wall, the bottom section, didn't have wallpaper on it, instead it had a pure white coat of paneling. The floor was a hard, light beige, except in some places where they had rugs underneath the furniture. They didn't have fancy lights or anything that you would expect from the home of a Mrs. Roseanne Trexon, owner of Fintrex.
Ahead of me, to the right, was a beige staircase, a similar shade banister to match it, and an archway to the left. There were picture frames hanging from the wall by the steps, each golden boundary containing a precious photo. I peeked through the room on my right, it was a dining room. Their table sat at the center with only a few chairs surrounding it, not shocking considering how many of them lived here. There was a huge window to the one side of the room, two white curtains tied at the ends by a rope. Inside the room, was another door which led somewhere else.
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I'm Gonna Miss You
Ficțiune adolescențiLilah Clemens wouldn't change anything about her life. She might not have had the perfect parents, but her brother, Nelson Clemens was all she needed to have a good time. The two of them had the typical brother-sister relationship, distant in public...
