The Fighters

Chapter 17

SONG - "I Won't Back Down" by Pearl Jam

Dylan POV

Blaise was still acting a bit off, but I brushed it off because I could tell it was obviously bothering him.

We were currently walking in the park, hand in hand, and I was trying to think of a conversation starter.

I saw Blaise look towards me in my peripheral vision.

"Whatcha thinking about, Princess?"

I sighed and looked up at him, "I'm thinking we should probably have our talk now."

"Is it really necessary?" He groaned.

"Yes Blaise! God, we have moved so fast since this... relationship started, and it's fucking scary! Feeling, thinking, doing all these things is so foreign to me, and it scares the hell out me because I don't know how long it will last or what it will become. I've never been in a position like this, and with my... mother and sister, it's really hard and I just don't know... I just don't know what the future will bring for me... for us," I let out at once. "I've been dealt such a shitty hand in life, and this just seems too good to be true."

By now we had stopped walking, and Blaise was looking at me intensely.

"Princess..." he trailed off, before bringing me in for a tight embrace.

This was what I meant by feeling, thinking and doing all of these things. Just being here in Blaise's arms felt so right, and I couldn't help but think about what it would be like if it was like this forever.

I held onto Blaise with all my might, and tried not to let my unshed tears fall.

"Dylan, you're not the only one feeling all these things. Hell, I'm shit scared about my feelings for you! It's so foreign to me, and I've never felt it before, but I'm not going to run away. Not when this feels so right, and certainly not when I have someone like you who I can be with, everyday."

Blaise pulled back and ran his hands up and down my arms. "I get that this may be going to fast, but lo-" he stopped talking abruptly, looking like he had seen a ghost, before he quickly recovered, "these things... they don't have a time limit. As long as this feels right, then we just have to keep on going, keep on living."

He paused for a bit, looking at me all over and then straight in the eye. He put his hands on my shoulders and let out a breath.

"Does this feel right to you?" He asked seriously, and for a moment I saw the rare vulnerability in his eyes.

"Yes," I whispered. "It feels so damn right, Blaise. Everything with you feels so bloody good I don't ever want it to end."

He swooped in and kissed me with so much passion, I swear my knees would have given way if he wasn't holding me.

"Then don't second guess or doubt what we have, because babe, this..." he stopped to tuck my hair behind my ears, "this is a one of a kind feeling."

I nodded, and stood on my tiptoes to close the gap between us once again. His strong arms immediately wrapped securely around my waist, and pulled me towards him. My hands bunched up the front of his shirt, trying desperately to bring us closer together.

It was getting heated, and I'm pretty sure the old couple sitting on the bench across from us, weren't exactly appreciating the view.

I reluctantly pulled back, and chuckled at Blaise's pouty expression.