Joined By Secrets

Eighteen

I woke up with the worst headache. My eyes fluttered open and I sat up not recognizing the room I was in. Not again.......

I swung my legs off the bed and my feet touched the cold floor. I took a tiny step and the floor boards creaked. I tiptoed to the door frame and peered out slowly. The sun hasn't risen yet.

I saw a silhouette of a guys back and began walking towards it. He turned around and flashed his bright smile at me. "You're awake!"

I breathed a deep sigh of relief. I got closer and saw the perfect features on Dylan's face. He pulled me in and covered my mouth with his. We backed up into a wall and my fingers were tangled in his hair.

Our tongues danced back and forth, he leaned harder into me making me moan. We released catching our breath, and I pouted from the empty feeling on my lips.

"I want to show you my hidden talent!", he said wiggling his eyebrows. I burst out laughing, "Is that an innuendo?" I asked suggestive.

He shook his head shaking from laughter, pulling me along his penthouse into a giant room. There were hundreds or paintings and drawings surrounding the room. There was a beautiful mural painted on the wall.

In one corner, there was a section of drawings and painting of me. It captured me dancing in the club I first met Dylan at. There was one of me talking during a therapy session.

I took in each one and glorified how each stroke and mark was carefully detailed. "Did you make all these?" I asked in wonder. He nodded his head shyly and turned away.

"These are amazing, I'm awestruck!" He chuckled a thanks. He spun me around to a wall. It had balloons filled with paint, he handed me darts and motioned for me to throw them at the wall.

We spent half an hour throwing darts and making paint splat on the wall. I never knew how much fun it was!

When we ended we were both covered in paint. I laughed as a threw a blue paint balloon at Dylan's face. He looked shocked and threw the first balloon he could get his hands on.

It smacked right into my face. Red paint dropped off my face covering my body as well. "Well Dr.Ralic it seems that you're red and I'm blue. It only makes sense to make purple."

I scrunched my nose and cracked up, "That was the worst pickup line I've ever heard!" He took three giant steps and came towards me.

His huge hands cupped my face and he leaned down to close the space between us. His hands went down to encircle my waist and push me closer into him.

"Let's get washed off!" He picked me up bridal style ignoring my squealing. He put us both in the shower and began to strip. I decided to do the same.....