Chapter 14 - "Public disaster"

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Hollands POV

"So, when are you getting your own place you sneaky little -" I started saying, but his hands covering my mouth and his face meeting my eyes interrupted me. I started giggling. He smelled so good.

"Never. I'm staying here with you and Fievel forever" He says and slowly takes away his hands from my mouth and strokes my cheek with it instead.

My smile fades and I stare at his beautiful face, never wanting to let go of this moment.

"Yeah

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"Yeah... " I say and keep staring at him. "We love having you here."

Honestly, we did. Sleeping with Dylan by my side was like a dream I never knew I had. Waking up next to him felt like destiny. I know, cheesy.

I mean, isn't it weird? We've been dating for a month now, but when you've already been friends for so long it's fine if things are speeding up a little bit. It's like we've just been waiting for this life to happen.

We're currently lying in my bed, just enjoying the morning sun shining through my curtains and slowly waking us more up. We haven't been in public for days.

I think he might be scared of what will happen when we reveal ourself to the world, even though he already told the world about us in a Facebook post.

He kisses me gently on the lips a couple of times. I push him away from me and laugh.

"We need to get up, I need to get to town today

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"We need to get up, I need to get to town today. We've been cooped up in this cave for days." I say and try to get myself out of bed, but Dylan grabs my arm again and wraps his arms around me.

"Noooo, I don't wanna let go." He says in a whiny voice. I roll my eyes.

"Dylz, Fievel is probably peeing herself right now" I laugh while moving around trying to escape his arms.

"Fine. I'll make us breakfast and you'll walk Fievel." He says and let's go of me. I stand up and look at him lying on the back in my bed.

"Why don't you walk with us?" I ask.

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