Chapter 25

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Kally's P.O.V

Dylan dressed in a white dress shirt; a blue tie with white polka-dots; along with black dress pants; dark brown dress shoes that he wore basically every time I saw him. He looked in the mirror fixing his short hair up with a comb moving it up with his other hand pressing down the hairs sticking up. Dylan grabbed his Classic-Fit Navy Cotton Oxford Sportcoat looking fresh as hell. I could tell he was nervous to meet my parents with his hands shaking by his side checking himself out in the mirror to make sure nothing looked unprofessional or make it seem he isn't the one for me.

I walked by Dylan's side holding his hand in mine resting my head on his strong shoulder. The scent of his Dior Sauvage cologne ran past my nose causing me to inhale the sweet smell; It was a gift I gave him last Christmas; it was a wise choice of mine because it smells amazing. His hands stopped trembling in mine with his thumb brushing against my palm leaving him in ease.

"Are you ready?" He questioned looking at me through the mirror checking out my sequin detail bodycon dress as his eyes started wandering to my legs stopping at my high heel strappy sandals. If I don't say so myself we looked fly as fuck. Dylan turned his head looking over his right shoulder looking down at the necklace he got for me as my Christmas present from him to me. I remember the tears filling my eyes when I opened the gift, Two hearts forever; one Diamond; Rose Gold over Silver & Sterling Silver Heart Pendant. I'm still speechless every time I wear it I know it came from his heart.

"Yeah, let's go hon," I answered removing my hand from his moving it to his lower back stepping on my tippy toes to place a kiss on his right cheek. A smile curled on the corner of his sweet lips. I wish we could have continued that moment in the shower but we both knew we had to go.

Dylan was away from my reach after he left the room to start his gray 2016 Toyota Camry sedan. One last look in the mirror moving my curled hair to my left side, I smiled, "It's gonna be a good day." I turned off the lights walking out of the room down the wooden stairs to outside. Fresh air hit me with the scent of sunflowers and roses planted near Dylan's home.

He looked at me out from the passenger window giving me a wink. My heels clicked at the ground every step I took toward the gray sedan. I opened the car door climbing in closing it behind me. Next, I buckled up turning my head to Dylan. "Ready." With a huge smile ear to ear.

"Let's ride," Dylan teased putting the car in gear driving away from the curb. His large veiny hands gripped the wheel in nine and three turning the car on the green light that was red moments before. Dylan admitted he knows his New York meaning he didn't need a GPS. For all I know we'll end up in a ditch with his certainty.

My parents' house hadn't changed since the last months I been here after being fired from my old prick of a boss. I got out of the car staring at my parents' maroon front door waiting for my anxious boyfriend. Dylan climbed out of the driver's door looking at me as I looked to him over my shoulder with a grin. He wiped his sweaty palms up and down his dress pants sighing under his nose. The steps he took were small demonstrating the nerves eating him alive of stepping to that maroon door.

My smile grew stronger showing him it'll be okay. His hand was by his side as I slid mine into his; a sigh of relief left his throat indicating he trusts me. Together we walked hand in hand up the brick walkway leading to the front door.

"Don't worry, you have nothing to worry about." The quiet words left my lips as I rang the doorbell feeling his grip go tighter in my hand. The fact that he was so nervous was the cutest shit in the world on top of that I felt there was something else on his mind making him lose his nerves.

Seconds later the door swung open with my dad standing tall one hand on the door the other by his side. He made long eye contact with my boyfriend; his chin wrinkling up to the corners of his mouth facing down.

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