Chasing Love

XIII.

Ana

The next morning my slumber is erupted by the strong smell of waffles running across my nostrils. My eyes widen, shocked, as I hop out of bed and start running to the kitchen. Dylan was cooking breakfast with his back turn towards me. I clear my throat with my arms crossed over my chest and shoulder leaning on the doorframe.

He turns briefly throwing a small smile my direction before putting two plates on the island. Aww, he made breakfast for forgiveness.

I take a seat on an empty stool waiting for Dylan to put the food right in front me. He did so and we ate in full silence, only the sounds of clinking of our forks hitting the plates. I wipe my mouth, mumbling a "thank you".

Dylan sighs and takes my hand in his. "I'm so sorry about ruining the night of your date." He starts, "Ana listen to me. I- I am in love with you. I have been, ever since I was a freshman in high school. I was always fond of you, but that's when I realized it wasn't sister brother love or even best friend love." He smiles and I returned the favor.

My stomach does flips when he confesses his love, drawing small circles inside the palm of my hand.

"I have not been able to confess it; even when I was married at the time and I thought if I married Dallas I'd move forward but I haven't; I can't." His chocolate eyes melt into mine, as he caresses my face in his hands.

"And I am sorry, forgive me, I just can not see you with anyone else, especially Justin when he treated you so badly." He leans in closer until his lips plant themselves on my own softly at first, then more passionately like he needed me.

My lips moved with his, not wanting to break the kiss. His lips tasted so good like I've always dreamed of.

Then I remembered, "We can't. Liz is here." I said, pulling away slowly.

He shook its head, smiling at me and grabbing my waist to pull me closer. "She left before you woke up. She's visiting a doctor." His smile faltered at the mention of his sister. I still felt horrible about her situation about the baby.

His lips found mine again and picked me up from the ground, the same time he pushed me into the wall by the hallway. My legs wrapped around his waist, his hands traveling from my butt up and finally resting on the side of my ribs and pulling me closer, if that was even possible. We started to move, as he sat me down on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

My hands trailed up his shirt, ripping it off. Soon, mine was following suit.
He slid down my short, fluffy pajama shorts, leaving me in only a sports bra and my panties. His lips fled to just below my ear, which escaped a moan from my lips and trailed them down my neck, love biting my shoulder. My head dropped back before I kissed him again.

I managed to unbutton his dark jeans, and slid them down with my feet, smiling into his kisses. Our tongues mingled and fought for dominance, but I gave in; I couldn't wait to see what would happen.

My fingers bristled the top of his briefs, his moan slipping out. I could feel him growing against me and I slid down the only thing blocking what I wanted. My panties and bra came off very soon after.

He settled on me, and you can imagine what happened next.

*******

I laid on the floor, next to Dylan. Our clothes were scattered around the kitchen. I was so content, we laid on the blanket he had grabbed earlier, staring at each other.

The sound of a key twisting through the lock is what got our attention. We jumped up, throwing on clothes. He left his shirt off, throwing it in the laundry room, along with my sports bra just before the front door opened.

Liz was glancing at us, casually and not suspicious.

That is until she spotted my shirt, then she smirked.

I looked down. It wasn't my shirt! I had grabbed Dylan's by mistake.

I internally smacked my forehead but smiled nonchalantly, like it was normal

But I knew I was caught red-handed.