The Gifted Curse

17: A Decision Best Served Warm

"Are you ready?" Dillon breathes. I nod slowly as I feel my body shiver with excitement. 

"Just be careful, it's my first time," I whisper and look away from him. I feel my cheeks go red like a traffic signal. Dillon nods and his eyes grow darker as his body bumps into mine. 

"Just remember that I've been waiting for this for a long time." His hisses. I crane my neck and flush. 

"I just want this to be special." I bat my lashes innocently. 

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you." He whispers in my ear. My heart rate picks up a lot when he retracts his face from mine. I can't believe I'm about to do this with him. 

"Thank you, I know I'll enjoy it." I look away from him bashfully. 

"Do you guys even hear yourselves?" Katie yells and covers her face. "It's disgusting! Stop it! We get it, you guys like each other, now go play Boggle somewhere else!" She exclaims. She throws her hands in the air and stomps into the kitchen. Probably to get a snack. I shake my head and look back to Dillon. 

"Swap?" Dillon says. I nod my head and he rolls his eyes. "Why the fuck do I even try when I know you're going to win every time?" He asks. 

"Because it's fun for me to see you suffer?" I suggest. Dillon narrows his eyes in on me. A moment of silence passes before we both burst out laughing. 

"I love you so much." He laughs. A chill runs through my body. 

"Y-yeah," I laugh and look away from him. I know he said it because of the moment, but gosh damn it, my heart won't stop pounding. 

It's been about a month since I made the decision that changed my life. There's been no update on my condition, but hopefully, things will change. The decision that made everything in my life so much clearer. I think it was the best thing I'd ever done in my life. 

Dillon grabs my hand and smiles while staring into my eyes. Fuck. He's so fucking cute. I lean in and peck him on the cheek. 

"Love you to goofball," I whisper and then lean back, still holding onto his hand as tightly as I can.

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My eyes look into his eyes. 

"Sorry, so uh, what exactly do you want me to do?" I question. Dillon shakes his head and rolls his eyes. 

"I want you to fucking decide on whether or not you're going to keep playing games or tell me the truth." He growls. My eyes widen. He's right... I've been dodging everything that's been thrown at me. 

"I-I mean, decisions are pretty hard." I stutter. Dillon's eyes darken. Fuck, okay, we're doing this. "Fine! I fucking like you a lot okay! I've liked you for a while I'm just so conflicted with all this shit that's going on in my life! I don't know what to do or where to go!" I yell. Dillon's eyes instantly soften. 

"You can always come to my open arms." He raises his brows and smiles warmly. I lean in a little before catching myself. Fuck you! 

"Stop swaying me!" I narrow my eyes. Dillon smirks. 

"I didn't do anything, you started to lean in on your own accord." He pokes my shoulder and I flinch. 

"Yeah, well, I don't know. You could have this wierd extra power thing." I ramble, not meeting his gaze. 

"Livia," He whispers with a huge grin. I shake my head and cross my arms over my chest. "Livia," He repeats and I let out a loud breath. "Livia." He states and grabs my chin to turn it towards him. "You don't know how happy you made me right now." He finally gets out. My eyes widen and I feel my face turn a bright crimson color.