Moonlight

Chapter 5: Frequently Asked Questions

"Ya know, that term keep your enemies closer is just metaphorical." Dylan comments.

I close the door behind me.

"You left me here."

"Because I knew this would happen." "He got me drunk." I hiss.

"I'm just thrilled you didn't make the same mistake you made last time you were drunk."

I shake my head at him. "Wow. You are such an ass."

Dylan runs a hand through his hair. "Right. I'm sorry."

"We were broken up!" I retort.

"He was my best friend!" "He tried to kill us!" I banter back at him.

Dylan shrugs. "Point taken. Look, I just hate the fact that you've been with other guys."

I roll my eyes.

"Like you haven't been with other girls."

"The point is that now I don't want any other girls." Dylan rubs the back of his neck.

"Dylan," I step toward him. "You know I only want you right?" I search his eyes, but no answer.

"Carter, have you seen yourself? You're hot as hell. If I were another guy I'd want to jump on you any chance I got." he does a slight chuckle.

"You act like you're not the hot one in this relationship." I murmur. Dylan takes his almost full-recovered hand and offers it out to me.

I take it.

"Carter Evans, you are the hot one in this relationship. I'd love to prove that to you." he winks.

I laugh. "You can't be serious."

In a flash, Dylan picks me up and slams me onto my bed. "Dead serious." he smirks.

Seeing the mischievous look in his eyes, I'm excited. Dylan and I haven't gotten any real alone time since the accident in the woods. In fact, we haven't done anything like this since I got Dylan to admit he was lying about us never being a couple.

It wasn't long before Dylan's lips were pressed against mine. Our hands, so rushed and vapid against each other's skin.

I run my hands through his hair and another down his back.

Dylan sits up for a moment and removes his shirt over his head. That simple yet sexy motion was enough to make me sit up and press him against me. Dylan's tongue enters my mouth as his hands roughly grip he back of my waist. Dylan didn't have nails, but with all the force he's using, he might as well have.

We've barley gotten anywhere and I'm already whimpering for him to touch me.

"Please." I say breathlessly. He doesn't hear me, too infatuated with me.

I throw my t-shirt off and lead his hands up my chest. Dylan lets out a rough moan, before taking his head and leaving bite marks down my collarbone. My breath quickens and my back arches slightly.

Dylan makes his way up to my shoulder, taking the time to kiss his way up to my ear.

"Can you try not to scream that loudly?" he whispers in my ear.

"Shut up." I grab him and flip us over, pressing my lips to his. "Can you not moan that loudly?" I taunt as I trail my fingers along the waistband of his boxers. He shivers at my touch. He trails his hands up my legs that are straddling him. "Feeling brave, are we?" he says shakily.

"I'm gonna blame the alcohol." I smile, sitting up.

Dylan takes a moment, deep blue eyes analyzing everything about me.