You sat on your couch, waiting for Dylan to pick you up. You two aren't dating but you're not friends with benefits either. You're the other woman in his life. He's dating someone but wants you in the side. He doesn't want to break it off with her. You were fine with the whole arrangement until about two weeks ago when he cancelled plans with because he wanted to take her out on a date because she was getting suspicious. You remember feeling upset and wondering why he never took you out on dates. He would text you and ask if you two could see each other which normally meant you would go over to his hotel and have sex with him then leave a few hours later. You two would talk and it would be a great escape for a while but then you were home alone. Sleeping by yourself. You couldn't text him in case he was with her. Couldn't call after a bad day just in case.
You wanted him.
He called last night, saying he would fetch you and take you to his hotel where you guys would spend the afternoon, locked in the room as always. You two knew each other. Well enough that you started developing feelings for him which made it harder to leave him. Harder to carry on with this situation.
There was a knock on your door, interrupting your thoughts. You got up, straightening out your maxi dress as you walked towards it.
He looked up at you and gave you a lopsided smile, stepping into your house to hug you close to him.
"I've misses you", he said which caused you to be surprised. He's never said that before.
"I've missed you too", you told him as he squeezed your hips.
"Lets go", he said, holding your hand and leading you to his car. You got in and he drove off, the radio playing as you two remained silent.
"Where are we going?", you asked as you saw he passed the hotel.
"My place", he said casually. Your eyes widened but he answered your unspoken question.
"She's out of town", he said, his grip on the steering wheel getting tighter. You turned to look out the window, watching the couples walk hand-in-hand down the street, wishing you had that. Dylan noticed your longing look, watching as a small frown covered your lips. He too frowned, knowing you deserved better but being too selfish to let you go. Instead of talking about it, he placed his hand on your knee and smirked to himself as he heard your breath hitch.
Once you arrived at his house, he walked up to the kitchen.
"Would you like anything to drink?", he asked.
"No thanks", you say, not making eye contact with him. You nervously played with your fingers as he watched you. He tilted his head before taking a seat on one of the kitchen chairs.
"What's going on in that pretty mind of yours?", he asks. You look up at him and see his elbows resting on the counter, his hands clasped together.
"It's nothing", you assure him but he raises his eyebrows.
"You can tell me", he says calmly. You take a deep breath, preparing for what's about to come out of your mouth.
"I can't do this anymore..", you say, your voice quivering.
"I can't pretend that I'm okay with everything when I'm not. I hate the fact that I can only see you once or twice a week when she's not around. I hate that I can't phone or text you to tell you about my day. I hate that I can't sleep next to you. Or kiss you. Or walk hand-in-hand with you down the street, laughing at one of your lame jokes. I hate that I can't be with you because you're too much of a coward to pick one of us", you say, not looking at him once as tears fall down your cheeks.
You're both silent and when you look up he's in the same position, looking at you intently.
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He gets up from the chair, cautiously walking over to you. You remain still, keeping eye contact with him as he approaches you. He cups your cheeks in his hands and leans down, placing his lips on yours. Your lips mold with his, tongues meeting as he kisses you urgently and passionately yet softly.
When he pulls apart, he looks down at your closed eyes, rubbing your cheeks before your eyelids flutter open.
"I picked you", he whispers, his breath hitting your lips. Your eyes narrow in confusion.
"I broke up with her nearly two months ago, soon after we started this. I kept it to myself because I thought you liked the whole sneaking around thing. You never said anything and I didn't want to ruin it", he admits which causes you to pull away from his grip.
"You've been lying to me?", you ask and his eyes go wide before he grabs your wrists gently.
"I know I could have handled this a lot better.. but my feelings for you were so overwhelming that I didn't know what to do. I'm sorry for hurting you, I really am. I've hated not being able to sleep next you or wake up next to you. Take you out on dates. Laugh at your laugh when you watch your series. I wanted to know that my feelings were actually real and they are. You've completely taken over my life. I want to be with you. So now I'm telling you. I want you. Only you", he says and you stare into his eyes.
He takes a step forward, his body against yours as he feels your breath on his chest.
"If you'll have me.. all of me.. I'm all yours", he says against your lips, looking into your eyes for an answer. You close the distance between your lips and kiss him. You kiss him with so much passion and emotion that he moans against your lips, his hands trailing over you hips to your waist. He pulls you close, not wanting to let go.
"Why did it take you so long?", you ask as you pull away slightly.
"I didn't think you returned my feelings", he admitted and you placed your hand on his cheek.
"How could I not? You're incredible", you say and kiss his lips again.
"Will you please go on a date with me? We can go out for dinner and I'll listen to how your day was", he smiles softly at you as you nod your head, biting your lip.
"Tonight okay?", he asks, his hand pushing your hair behind your shoulders.
"Perfect", you say and he smiles at you, kissing your lips again. You smirk when he pulls apart, finally getting your man.
