(𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝔁 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻) //🆃🅷🅴 🅺🅸🅻🅻🅸🅽🅶 🅲🆄🆁🆂🅴//

//🄱🄾🅈🄵🅁🄸🄴🄽🄳🅂?//

//Chapter 18//

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"I was wondering if you would like to be my Boyfriend," said Monty

The words hung in the air, a declaration that seemed to resonate through every atom of the Enchanted Glade. The forest itself held its breath, waiting for your response. The truck's engine ticked in the cooling silence, a gentle reminder of the reality outside of this moment.

You looked at Monty, his eyes shining with hope and a hint of vulnerability. Your heart swelled in your chest, the vividness of his declaration painting a future filled with color and music. You took a deep breath, the scent of the forest and his metallic aroma intertwining in your nostrils. "Monty," you began, your voice trembling with emotion, "I've never felt so seen...so understood. Yes, I want to be your boyfriend."

Monty's smile grew so wide, it seemed to split his face in two. His eyes lit up like the neon lights of a rock concert. He leaned over and crushed you in a bear hug, his tail swishing with excitement. "Fuck yes!" he exclaimed, the sound echoing in the car. His grip was firm, his scales warm against your skin. "I promise I will take care of you," he whispered in your ear, his breath tickling your neck.

With a fiery passion that could melt the very metal of the truck, Monty claimed your lips in a kiss that was as intense as the bass drop in a rock anthem. His teeth clicked against yours playfully, his tongue seeking entrance as his hands roamed over your body. You felt the warmth of his scales and the strength of his embrace, his love as palpable as the beat of your own heart. The kiss grew deeper, your tongues dancing together in a rhythm that was uniquely yours. The world outside the car faded away, leaving only the two of you and the promise of a future filled with love and music.

Breaking the kiss, you both took a moment to breathe in the aftermath of your confessions. The world felt different now—richer, more vibrant. You looked into Monty's eyes, the reflection of the setting sun painting them with a warm glow. "Let's go inside," you murmured, the words a gentle invitation to the next chapter of your story. Hand in hand, you stepped out of the truck, the earth beneath your feet feeling more alive than ever before. The cabin beckoned, a haven of warmth and comfort amidst the cool embrace of the forest.

With a nod, Monty led the way, his tail swishing with excitement. The cabin's wooden door creaked open, revealing the cozy interior, the scent of pine mingling with the faint smell of something sweet baking in the oven. He glanced back at you, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "I got somethin' special for us," he said, his eyes gleaming with a secret. Inside, he flicked on the lights, illuminating the room with a soft, welcoming glow. The TV screen flickered to life, displaying a playlist of your favorite movies. "I'm going to get something to drink,"

Monty grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, popping the tops with a flourish that sent foam spraying in an arc. He tossed one to you, and you caught it with a laugh, feeling the cold condensation against your palm. He flopped down onto the couch, his tail curling around the side of it. "How 'bout a good ol' fashioned horror flick?" he suggested, his eyes alight with a playful glint. "Somethin' to get the heart racin' ." You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm, the warmth of his hand as he grabbed the remote. He scrolled through the options, finally landing on a title that had both of you nodding in agreement. The opening credits rolled, the eerie music setting the mood as the two of you settled in, the anticipation of the film's scares a delightful contrast to the comfort of your shared space. The leather of the couch groaned as you leaned into him, his scales surprisingly soft against your skin. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his hand resting comfortably on your chest, his thumb idly stroking the fabric of your shirt.

The beer was indeed strong, the bubbles tickling your nose as you took a sip. You felt a pleasant buzz start to take hold, the warmth spreading from your stomach outwards. You leaned into Monty's embrace, the coolness of his scales a refreshing contrast to the heat of your body. His arm around you was a comforting weight, his heart beating a steady rhythm that matched the bass line of the movie's soundtrack. The film's tension began to build, and you found yourself snuggling closer to him, the need for his reassurance growing stronger with each jump scare. His tail tightened around your leg, his body tense, and you realized he was as into the movie as you were. The atmosphere in the cabin was electric, a mix of fear and excitement that made you feel alive.

You reached for your phone, the screen lighting up the darkened cabin with a blinding glow. The message from Nick was unexpected, a sudden interruption in the cozy bubble you had created with Monty. "Hey, what's up?" you murmured, trying to keep your voice low so as not to disturb the mood. The text was simple but oddly cryptic: "We need to talk. Soon." Your stomach clenched, a cold finger of anxiety tracing your spine. You glanced at Monty, his eyes glued to the screen, his jaw tight with anticipation. What could Nick possibly want?

"Are you home?" Nick's text was casual, but the urgency behind it was unmistakable. Your heart skipped a beat as you thought of your lie. You had told him you were at home, not that you were miles away with Monty. Your fingers hovered over the screen, the weight of your secret pressing down on you. "Yeah, I'm just chilling," you replied, trying to keep your tone light. "Everything okay?" You sent the message with a knot in your stomach, hoping the lie wouldn't unravel.

"Great, I'm on my way over. Something big happened. We need to talk." The screen went dark, leaving you with a cold, empty feeling. Nick had never dropped by unannounced like this before. The urgency in his message sent a shiver down your spine.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he took a swig of his beer. "Everything alright?"

You swallowed hard, staring at your phone. "It's... it's Nick," you murmured, your voice betraying the anxiety that gripped you. "He says he's on his way over. Something big happened."

Monty's smile faded, his eyes flicking to your phone and then back to you, his expression tightening. "But you're here with me," he said, his voice a low rumble of confusion and concern. "What could he possibly need?" His tail swished anxiously behind him, knocking over an empty beer can. He leaned forward, placing his beer on the coffee table with a gentle clink. "Is everything alright?"

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "I don't know," you admitted, running a hand through your hair. "But we're not at home, and he's on his way there." You chewed on your bottom lip, the tension in the room thickening like a fog. "What if he finds out I'm not there?"

"Fuck Nick," Monty said suddenly, his voice a low, dangerous growl. He stood up, the couch groaning under his weight. "You're here with me, and that's all that matters." His eyes flashed with a protective fire, and he took a step closer to you, placing a firm hand on your shoulder. "Whatever he's got to say can wait. Tonight is about us."

Your heart raced at the mention of Nick's name, the warmth of Monty's hand doing little to dispel the anxiety that coiled in your stomach. You nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah, you're right." But even as you said the words, the fear didn't abate. The comfort of Monty's embrace was like a warm blanket, but it couldn't chase away the chill that had settled into your bones. The horror movie played on, the flickering light from the screen casting eerie shadows across the cabin's walls. You leaned into him, feeling the steady beat of his mechanical heart beneath the scales of his chest. The soft whispers of the film's score lulled you into a tense doze, the sound of his breathing in your ear a soothing rhythm that mingled with the screams from the screen. But even as sleep claimed you, the feeling of having made a grave mistake lingered, a dark specter at the edge of your consciousness.

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Love Y'all Bye-Ray