The soft chirp of the birds makes its way to my ears, waking me up. I open my eyes, seeing Dylan's perfect features a few inches away from me, the sun painting its rays against his skin. Last night rushes through my mind again, and my nerves steady once I realize it wasn't a dream.
A small smile crawls its way up to my face, remembering the way he lifted me up and walked us to the shed. He had tripped on our way to the couch and we fell down into it. We continued on kissing for what seemed like forever until we fell asleep.
He looks so peaceful asleep, and my hand comes up, everything in me just wanting to have his skin against mine. I gently trace a finger over his brow, down his cheekbone where the tip of my finger outlines his soft lips. He shifts a little, his arms that wrap around me moving slightly. His eyes open lazily, his honey colored eyes slipping through. They find mine, and he smiles ever so slightly. Seeing him like this... It's like waking up beside an angel. I can't possibly deserve him, I don't think anyone does.
I curl my hand to the nape of his neck, running it up his hair as I lean in, losing myself against his lips. He pulls me tightly back to him, his lips moving with mine. It's soft and slow this time because I know this isn't going to be the last. I suck in a breath as he pulls me under him, his body hovering over mine slightly—probably not wanting to put all his weight on me. I wrap my legs around his torso, pulling him back to me, wanting him closer. I tug on his hair as I feel his lower-self press up against me, a sigh escaping my lips. I used to think I would get embarrassed if I was ever in this situation, but I feel so comfortable with him.
"Shoot we're late for school," I remember suddenly. He chuckles, kissing the side of my lip, my jaw, and moving down my neck.
"We're alone, making out, and you're thinking about school?" He says every word slowly, after each kiss. I try to speak but fail the first time, his lips causing my thoughts to jumble up. I didn't think this situation could get so dangerous. I literally can't concentrate.
"What are you thinking about?" Honestly, I wasn't thinking at all, it just slipped into my thoughts, but I so badly want to know what he's thinking about.
His lips have moved to my collarbone, "Hmm, I'm thinking about how all you're really wearing is a large shirt and underwear."
God if I wasn't so fuzzy, I'd be saying something snarky. My head is just screaming sex, well actually, everything is screaming that. "I-" I really try to fight all the things my body wants do to. Dylan begins to kiss down my stomach, his hands sliding my shirt up, revealing my underwear. God he just made it a million times harder! FUCK. "Dylan wait." FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. Ugh, I feel every nerve in my body exploding. He stops, looking up at me with his beautiful eyes.
"We can't do anything till I know what we are ." He smiles a little, pulling my shirt back down, sitting up.
"You're right, " He takes my hand.
I sit up as well, "I am?"
"Yeah, I-I also want to know what we are, because I've always wanted this." He takes my hands.
I feel the blush rise till I realize what he just said. "Wait, what?"
He looks right into my eyes, his thumbs rubbing lightly over my fingers. "Lexi, I've loved you for as long as I can remember."
The words puncture into my chest, my thoughts taking a pause. I wanna say something, anything, because this can't be true. He's only known me for a few months, how can he have possibly loved me? He told me he loved another girl. How? Why? Every time we almost kissed, it could've actually happened. All this time. It can't be.
He shakes his head, "When I first told you I was in love with some girl, it was you. Every time I spoke about her, it was about you. It was always you. It will always be you." I feel my heart shattering. I should've seen it, felt it. No, I did feel it, I just never let myself get to the thought. "I love you, and I'm sorry I lied about it this whole time, I never wanted to lie to you. I just couldn't believe that I deserved you."
No, I don't deserve you. I'm nothing, I'm not worthy of such a perfect human.
"I-"
"No don't say anything, you don't have to love me, I know you don't but-" I laugh, taking his face in my hands.
"Of course I love you, you doofus," I whisper, pressing my lips to his. He freezes, not expecting my words. I should be the one frozen, who wouldn't fall for him? "I love you so much," I say the words again. I love you, I love you, I love you. I can say it a million times.
He comes alive, his arms wrapping around me so tightly I forget to breathe. But I hold his just as much, trying to pull him into myself because this isn't enough, I don't think anything will ever be enough. In a sort of creepy way, I wanna live in his skin, be part of him. My fingers tangle into his hair, tugging, our lips in sync, so warm and soft.
In his arms like this, I can't begin to imagine myself anywhere else.
If this is a dream, I hope to never wake up.
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