He's Just A Bad Boy

Chapter 44

As my eyes flutter open, my senses come back to me. It was a dream. Dylan and I didn't really kiss. I can't help the overwhelming feeling of disappoints me as I lay in a bed. Dylan's bed. Feeling uncomfortable, I quickly hop off as gracefully as I can and make my way towards the kitchen groggily. I'm relieved when I pass the lounge room and find a pillow and some blankets sprawled across it. Dylan must've taken the couch.

"Good morning" he tells me as I enter the kitchen, his voice slightly hoarse.

"'Morning" I smile back in return, my eyes travelling down to the the stove where I see some eggs frying on a pan.

As if on cue, my stomach grumbles loudly. Dylan looks up amusedly, raising an eyebrow at me, "hungry?" he half laughs and I nod sheepishly, taking a seat on one of the bar stools.

I watch as he turns around, exposing his bare back to me as he brings the pan over to some plates and distributes the eggs evenly. He brings them over, setting one down in front of me with a warm smile that succeeds in making butterflies erupt in the pit of my stomach.

"Thanks" I smile appreciatively at him before digging in.

He nods and smiles as if it were nothing and my mind helplessly drifts back to the dream I had. Once again, disappointment washes over me as I realise that I probably won't ever experience such things with Dylan.

"Hey, are you okay?" Dylan asks as if noticing my silence.

I snap back to reality and nod silently. "Yeah, I'm fine" I tell him and watch as his brows pull together and a slight frown takes over his face as if showing me he clearly doesn't believe me. I almost smile at the thought that Dylan knows me so well. In fact, other than Katie, he's probably the only person who can tell when I'm truly lying or upset. He never ceases to amaze me with how observant he is.

I have a internal debate on whether or not to mention last night. I decide to apologise for making him come and get me in the middle of the night.

"Sorry about last night. I shouldn't have dragged you into my mess" I say into the silence, my words lingering slightly before Dylan replies.

"I wanted to come and get you, you didn't drag me into anything" he says firmly.

Even after his words, I can't help but feel guilty.

"I know what you're doing, don't guilt trip yourself" he says and I shoot him a small, grateful smile.

I don't mention the fact that he knows me so well. He probably knows anyway.

I can't help but feel special whenever I'm with Dylan. He makes me feel alive and happy and like he truly cares. He picks up on things that others normally look past and he makes me feel like I mean something to him. Granted, this could all be in my head and maybe he's just being polite and friendly? But either way, he makes me feel good and for that I'm grateful.