It's Just A Dare

8

Dylan makes me feel secure in his arms. I have never felt this way before. Ever. He is the one who makes me feel safe. I can't believe we have been doing this for almost a month already. Time flies when you get distracted.

He pulled me out of my thoughts when he kissed me while he was tickling me. I pulled his arms away from my sides and continued to kiss him. He started to slide his hand down my leg and I pulled his hand back up. When he did it a second time I started to freak out.

"Dylan stop," I said in between kisses.

"Why?" he asked going towards the button on my pants.

"Stop Dylan," I said again.

"I thought this is what you wanted. Tell me why you don't want it," he stated while unbuttoning my pants.

"Because I'm a virgin," I said getting out of underneath him and storming upstairs to the bathroom.

He was frozen when I left the room. I locked the door and sat against my door. I heard him running up the stairs and straight into our room. His room. He came up to the door and tried to open it.

"Go away!"

"Cassandra open the door please?"

"Why should I?"

"Because Cassandra."

"Because why?"

"Because I fucked up."

"Fuck yeah you did."

"Cass."

"What?"

"Please forgive me?"

"Why did you do it?"

"Because I thought you have done it multiple times."

"So you thought those rumors about me being a little slut sophomore year were true?"

"I'm sorry Cass."

"Why would you even try? We aren't an actual couple."

"I know. I am so sorry just please open the door."

I sat there in silence for a moment then unlocked the door. He opened the door and saw me sitting there. He say down next to me and he gently placed his hand on mine. I couldn't even look at him right now. He thought the rumors were true. After a while I even started to think they were true.

"Cassandra?"

"Dylan."

"I love you."

"Wait, what?"

"I love you Cassandra."

"Stop."

"Stop what?"

"Saying that."

"Why should I stop saying it?"

"Because we aren't a real couple. This fucking dare hurts. Hearing you say those words and knowing you don't mean them kills me."

He sat there in silence for a minute and I got up to walk away. He grabbed my wrist before I could exit the bathroom.

"Where are you going?"

"To lay down."

He let me go and I plopped down on the bed. I laid my face on the pillow and smelt it. It smelt like Dylan. Like a mix of pine wood and oak. It smelt amazing. I always liked the smell of Dylan.

All of the sudden I felt a heavy weight on my back. It was Dylan.

"What are you doing!" I shouted.

"Tickling you."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I want to," he said with a little laugh.

I turned around and faced him. He had this huge smile on his. I smiled as I sat on top of him. He looked at me and had a sparkle in his eyes. I always loved his eyes. As he wrapped wrapped his arms around my lower waist he pulled me beside him and straddled me.

I burst into laughter and looked at him again. He said he loved me. Did he actually mean it? I'm scared. That he did mean. But I'm also scared that he was just saying it.

He cupped his hand on my cheeks and pulled me into an aggressive kiss. I kissed him back and had my hands laid around his head. Dylan pulled me closer with his hands wrapped around my lower waist.

"Are you alright?" He asked smoothly.

"I'm fine," I said out of breath.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable," he confronted.

"Then don't let this go too far," I stated.

"I promise," he said kissing me again.

We continued to kiss and then he threw me below him and we continued to kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Every part of our bodies were touching. I felt so close to him.