BLAKE'S POV
Dylan finally pulls away and sighs a happy sigh.
"You have no idea how much I've missed you." he smiles cheekily, his country accent thick. That only happens when he's genuinely happy.
"I'm forgiving you, but not entirely. I'm still pissed but I can't live without you." I reply.
He kisses the top of my head and I clutch his waist.
"I love you Dylan Dauzat."
"And I love you, Blake Anderson." He smirks at me and I let go.
"I smell the cookies! LET'S GO!" I yell and pull him to to and down the stairs.
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We've been talking about the past few weeks for three hours now. I've told him absolutely everything. Well... not everything...
And I don't think I plan on telling him. He doesn't need to know. That's attention seeking and he's the main reason. Well not main, but partial.
I keep the secret hidden with my head, and my long sleeves.
