Kiss Me Please

{ Chapter 8 }

Jude's P.O.V...

I ran a shaky hand through my hair, my beating heart falling back to hopefully a normal steady rate, Dylan and Darrington Black... together... that thought made my blood curdle in fury.

Drake hadn't come into my room to comfort me like I thought he would, but not having him with me let me keep my mind on the situation and not on him or his lips...

Laying on my bed, my mind wandered to how soft his lips were, how they melded against mine with each kiss, how they could be as gentle as newly fallen snow or as harsh as the frostbite that stabbed your skin.

I snapped my head up, now THAT would have gone on to other topics I did not want to touch upon at the moment.

Sitting up I pressed a fist to my temple trying to figure out a way to stop whatever was forming between Dylan and Darrington, anything!

Standing up and stretching my legs, I headed out my bedroom and toward where I had left Dylan in her room, as I got closer to her door I saw that it was open just a couple inches.

Looking through the crack of the doorway, my eyes landed on Drake hugging Dylan tightly in his arms, she seemed quite surprised but oddly content.

Drake had his eyes closed tightly shut, he apparently didn't want to let go and see Dylan's expression at all, I frowned as he pressed his handsome face into her neck.

I wanted to so badly barge in and push them apart, I didn't want to not only figure out a way to keep Dylan and Darrington apart, but wonder if something was going on with my BOYFRIEND and my SISTER.

I waited for a minute hoping that one of them would pull away or let go, but no such luck, they appeared pretty stuck so I did what only a big brother would do.

Walking all the way down the hall where the stairs went down, and then walked into the railing, stubbing my toe I let out a spew of cuss words loud as I possibly could.

I limped toward Dylan's room and saw Drake on one side of the bed and Dylan on the other, both looked mighty guilty but I didn't say a thing about what I had seen minutes before.

"Drake, could you leave so I can talk to Dylan in private for a moment?"

Drake nodded his head awkwardly, his chin pressed against his chest as he walked out of the room without a glance at me nor Dylan, maybe I would have to talk to him about Dylan later.

Dylan pulled her legs up to her chest, chin resting on her knees eyes staring a hole into the floor at my feet, I limped over to her and sat down heavily on the bed the mattress sinking an inch under our weight.

"So Dylan... about Darrington Black, you... like him now."

I waited for an answer, but all Dylan gave me was a guilty look, I knew she felt bad about basically betraying me since I hated Darrington, but she did not deny my statement.

"I take the silence as a yes, but... why him? Why not someone else, someone I'd approve of?"

Biting her lip, silently thinking over her answer Dylan finally spoke her voice small and fragile, I wanted to hold her close and never let her go.

"I... I love Darrington, maybe not like I did in the beginning, but I love him more now that I've gotten to see him in so long."

Squeezing my eyes tight, and taking in a stressed breath I let it out and attempted a smile and said in hopefully a persuasive manner.

"Dylan, that's the loneliness talking! You probably don't even feel that way, maybe the loneliness you had when Darrington left made you THINK you love him."