The Handsome Devil

Chapter 18 - Wicked Monthiversary I

The morning after Max's escapade, Deya woke up to loud banging noise. Not having time to do anything else than sit up, she looked up just in time to see Dylan barging in and slamming the door behind himself.

"Deya!" She could sense relief in his words, which made her brows furrow. However, in an instant, the relief was replaced by anger.

"Do you know how worried I was?" The girl was dumbfounded as to what is he talking about. Worried?

"You just ignore me for days, and then you don't even show up for dinner.." His hands flew in the air in frustration and she couldn't help but admire the way the biceps contracted in the process.

"I thought something happened to you" He sounded much softer as he ran his fingers through his hair and took a drag of his cigarette to calm down (picture on top).

"I'm sorry" she whispered as he walked over and sat down. But it seemed that something else caught his attention.

"Are you... sleeping on the floor?" It was as if he didn't believe his own words.

"I must have fallen down" The girl just shook her head, using the same excuse she gave Patrick not so long ago. Better to keep the lies consistent, right?

Dylan seemed sceptical as he eyed the pillow behind her, but decided to leave the topic.

"Why are you avoiding me?" It was a question he kept asking himself for almost a week, and now that a chance presented itself, it was time to get answer.

"I'm not--" Deya didn't get far when he pressed his two fingers against her plump lips to shush her. Internally, she cursed herself for feeling a bit aroused by the gesture. What is wrong with me? That's exactly why I have to avoid him.

"Don't give me that bullshit, Angel" The statement had a threatening undertone. "Was it because of the kiss?"

Not seeing a reason to prolong the torture, the girl nodded. It seemed that he knew the answer all along anyway.

"But why?" For a second, he appeared almost hurt and she couldn't stand knowing she's the reason of it. The warmth of his fingers disappeared as he waited for answer, and a small part of her missed them already.

The girl just shrugged her shoulders. How could she possibly explain everything to him?

"It was only a mission," This statement made her head snap up to him. "You know that, right?"

Whatever feeling she's seen in his face before was gone, replaced by steel coldness now.

"Right" She said it slowly, as if not convinced at all. Is he denying the chemistry we had? Or was I really reading too much into it?

"Then there's no reason to avoid me" He smiled at her triumphantly, seemingly back to his old cheerful self. Is everyone in the gang bipolar or what?

However, she didn't have much to counter his argument. It's not like she could tell him the truth. Sorry, but I fear that if we spend more time together, we'll end up kissing again?

"In fact," Dylan brought her back to reality."Tonight we're all going to a club!" His face was full of excitement as he waited for her reaction, but it was nothing like what he imagined.

"A club?" She stared at him deadpan. "Why the hell would I do that?"

"To celebrate?" Dylan raised his eyebrows. "Today it's exactly one month since you moved in"

Now it was Deya's turn to raise her eyebrows. Was he counting the days? Because she has long stopped to keep track. Still, it wasn't the main cause of her disbelief.