Right There || Dylan O'Brien

chapter thirty-two; the family

"Hey, do you need any help?"

Clara was sitting on the bed, still wearing his shirt. She was writing over the few important sentences from the book that was lying aside from her, instead of typing it in on her laptop. The bags underneath her eyes, the paleness and the way she yawned when looking up, didn't surprise him at all. She wasn't going to be able to stay up till 10 tonight.

"No, it's fine. You can't really help me."

"What is it?"

"Psychology," she smiled widely, examining the book as he went to sit down next to her. He was curious, reading the things she had written on paper. There were a few doodles on the top of the page, a few hearts, flowers. But mostly hearts. "It's my favorite subject."

"Why?" he glanced up at her, gently kissing her cheek. "Tell me."

"You know, there are a lot of things that are interesting. A lot of things, like about why the people are the way there are, including emotions, actions-... I don't know, it's just interesting."

She was happy. He felt it, he saw it, he heard it and that made him forget the world around him for a moment. It didn't matter that he had to leave in a hour, or still had to call Tyler to discuss what time they would go out. Him and her, nothing and no one else.

Dylan watched her, eyes staring at his brown ones as her cheeks turned a tad red when he moved her hair out of her face. He let one hand slide down to the crook of her neck, the other to her hip as he leaned in and kissed her. Clara giggled against his lips, slightly opening her mouth to let their tongues intertwine.

She was good, he wasn't sure it surprised him or not.

The brunette gently pushed her down on the bed,  letting himself lie half on top of her while his hands traveled over her hips to her thigh. Her left arm was wrapped around his neck, the right hand was found in his hair, it was like a reflex. It was like she had done this so many times, while this was really the first she had kissed someone like this and it didn't freak her out. Her mind was blank, besides that she basically graved for his body.

Then suddenly he decided pull away, moving his lips over her jaw, to her collarbone and ended at her neck where gave her sweet, little kisses. A deep sigh left her mouth, grasping for the pillow with both of her hands because she had no idea what to do with this kind of sensation she was feeling. The graving was growing. She didn't want to stop this, but she also didn't want to go any further.

"What time is it?" she pushed him off to pull his lips back on hers by his shirt. A few kissing sounds were heard in the room, giggles and a low chuckle from Dylan.

"I've to leave in 15 minutes, I think," he held her close by her hips as he rolled them over their sides, before pressing the tip of his noise against hers. "What are you going to do when I'm away?"

"Grocery shopping, I also want to go home to get some clothes. When are you going out with Tyler?"

"I'm not sure."

"Well, you should call him," she mumbled, knowing  she had to leave his arms and change into her clothes. If there was a way she could've stayed here all day, she would. They would cuddle, kiss, talk and laugh, just lie there because there wasn't anything else to do.

But there was so much to do.

Before Dylan could do anything to stop her, Clara quickly stood up from the bed and picked up her clothes from the ground. He groaned, arms held up in her direction which made her teasingly wave at him and walk into the bathroom.

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Clara stopped the car in front of his parents' and turned her head at him. Dylan was sitting on the passenger seat for once, he had made her drive because she would use to car to drive to her house and go grocery shopping. "So, are you ready?"