Dylan was silent at the back of the cab. A lot of thoughts are pressing into his mind. Jesus. Had he just married KC moments ago??On his birthday. He squeezed her hand. She gave it a squeeze back. He grazed absentmindedly his other hand and felt the cold ring band. Had KC been planning this??
He noticed that the cab didn't stopped by on the hotel on the way back and he sighed. Well he had thought that they would return but he didn't pressed KC when she hailed another taxi. They were already married. He thought.... Well he thought they were spending the night together that's why they got married.
"Dylan??" KC asked.
"Yeah still here." he said amusedly. Why was it that his thoughts all turned to mush whenever KC said his name alone.
"Are you regretting marrying me??" she whispered. As if embarrassed to be heard by the taxi driver.
"Of course not you idiot."
"Then why are you sulking? Do you want to spend the night with me??" She really have to asked. Jesus, Dylan thought. It was already seven. Actually Dylan was now hungry. He thought it was a little late to head back the three hour train journey to Sta Monica but still it was KC's call. He doesn't want to presume. The taxi continued and they were nearing the station. Dylan sighed.
"I am not sulking." Dylan answered back.
"Dylan you were never good at lying," KC said and grinned. "I love you." She pressed her lips to his. He hungrily grabbed hers again, consuming her. His need for her is now working overdrive. He was sure she felt it too.
"I love you too," he whispered hoarsely. Can't they just stopped by for a moment so he could kiss her longer?
The cab passed by the train station and this time Dylan noticed too. "Hey aren't we supposed to be catching the train??"
"Hmmm I thought you were hungry. Lets eat dinner first."
How about let's eat each other??? Dylan thought darkly. God, Mitchell you were really lame. Lame.
They went off at a classy five star hotel. Dylan fidgeted as he fingered his worn out wallet."Uh... KC... I don't have enough money....."
"Dylan. Don't worry. I have saved my allowance for this," KC smiled.
Dylan wanted to kick himself. It dawned on him that their status in life was really way different. KC was surrounded by luxuries all her life. She..... He promised to work really hard from now on. He pulled her closer instinctively.
"KC.... I'm sorry if I couldn't buy you the fancy things you literally grew up in but I love you. I... just want to know if you're gonna stick around..."
"Dylan." KC grasped his face and stood on tiptoes on the hotel lobby." I love you too. And are you kidding me?? You're destined for greatness. It was written in your palm. You will be known someday as someone who will design the bestselling game. People will flock to you. And you might even be the one who will forget me." KC dimpled.
"Haha. That is so not happening....." he said lamely.
"What that you will become rich or that someday you'll forget me?? Hmmm??"
"That I will become rich. You were always the number one who supported me. KC I'm not a game programmer, I'm an architect."
"But you will excel more in programming. That's your passion."
They started to walk towards the receptionist. It was almost eight pm.
"Good evening. Mr and Mrs Mitchell, you're just right on time. The Bridal suite is ready."
Dylan looked at her in surprise. No fucking way!!
She smirked.
He cleared his throat. "After you Mrs Mitchell. What do you want for your birthday tomorrow??"
KC pretended to think really hard. "I would really just want to wake up next to you."
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One MONTH Nightstand
Literatura KobiecaDylan Taylor Mitchell was crushed when he learned that KC Davidson had just taken him for granted just because she was bored and pitied him. Now eight years after Dylan was back with a vengeance and it's about time to collect that sweet "punishment"...