"You're really pretty" Dylan says.
I look up at him. He seems surprised by his own words. I smile a little.
"What?" I say and keep looking at him a little confused, but also amused by his face expression.
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When shooting Teen Wolf is...
So, I recently found out that real Holland is actually in Canada at the moment working on Lore. So in my story, we just have to pretend she is working on Lore in LA. That's all, enjoy the chapter guys. Xo
Dylans POV
The past couple of weeks have been crazy. I feel like I haven't seen Holland at all. She's been super busy working on Lore and when she wasn't working she was either packing her stuff to move in or planning the wedding.
And I'm stuck with doing press for American Assassin. Don't get me wrong, I actually love interacting with the fans and doing interviews.
It's just a little bit weird, not having the Teen Wolf cast with me. They are the one I'm used to doing press with and... that also includes Holland.
And not working on Teen Wolf anymore means (stating the obvious) that we have our own projects going on. Apart from red carpet events, we usually attend them together if we both have the time.
I see her when we get home at night, but then we're both super tired and go to sleep straight away. So I feel like I haven't spend quality time with Holland in a long time.
I'm drifting. My mind is going on and on about a lot of stuff. We've been dating for a little over 3 months and we're getting married already? It's so crazy, but it feels so right.
I'm currently laid in our bed, trying to let my brain shut off, but I'm not successful unfortunately. There's just too much on my mind, it's impossible.
Holland should be home any minute. And I can't wait to see her again.
It's the best part of the day. Seeing her again. Even tough it's just a few minutes before we drift off in the night.
Usually it doesn't take long before we do either. Sometimes either of us is already asleep when the other comes home.
But I would really want to talk to her about her day, like a really really happy old married couple.
It's the little things with her that makes the day complete and meaningful. I don't understand how I've lived without it for such a long time.
I hear the main door slam and I lift my head up as I hear the noise. She's home, finally. I turn in the bed so that I can see her when she comes in the bedroom door.
I hear her faint footsteps wandering around the house. I could tell she was in the bathroom, probably doing her night routines.
After a few long minutes the door goes up and her face lights up as we get eye contact.
"Gorgeous, you're awake!" She exclaims and jumps in the bed.
She wraps both her legs over my hips and leans down to kiss me, grabbing my face tight making my face squish.
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I push her to the side, making her lay on her back and I move in closer to her shoulders. I look at her and smile.
"Yes, not that tired today." I say. She smiles back.
