Hello babes, welcome to this new one-shots book about one of my biggest weaknesses, DOB. I hope you are going to like it and to support it as much as I loved writing it 💕
It may contain mentions of violence and smut so if you are not cool with it...
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"Why can't you just understand that is my work? You new it included leaving for months, that's what actors are supposed to do y/n. You know that." He bossed.
Dylan wasn't the type of guy to get mad but y/n really pushed him on the edge. He knew their relationship wasn't going to be easy the first day he asked her to go on a date with him but still he did because he really felt some connection with this girl. He liked the way she was extremely cute when she was around him, the way she always slept on her own pillow—an habit of his too. He simply loved when she wore bigger sweatshirts, the scent of her shampoo and the way her eyes shone when they looked at sunsets on the beach. He fell for her almost instantaneously.
"You know what? You are right. That's your work and I don't want you to get distracted by me." She reached out for her car keys but he grabbed her wrist.
"You are not going to drive, y/n. You are upset and you know it's dangerous." He stated firmly. She got rid of his grip and laughed in a mocking way.
"Don't touch me, Dylan. Just don't." She pointed her index finger at him and walked to the other side of the living room. "I should have never said yes, you know." Dylan furrowed his brows.
"What do you mean?"
"Me, you.. This. If I knew, if just someone told me.."
She was shaking and he clenched his jaw passing an hand through his hair.
"Well guess what?" He asked in a sarcastic way. "You don't get to restart things when you make a mistake. This is real life and not a fucking game, y/n." He yelled the last part, his hand shaking, his body unable to keep still. He was clearly as upset as she was but he wanted to stop that fight.
"I think it's better if I go." Y/n said walking past him but he followed right after.
"Y/n wait, just. Please. You have to let me make this right." He was about to sob, his voice had a gravelly sound. He licked his lower lip when tears hit them.
"You'll be fine." She managed to say. "I I have made my decision, Dylan. I must go." She walked away from him but stopped her steps when she heard him again and turned around.
"Ok then, leave. I will not stop you if that's what you really want. I won't force you to come back to me. You will never ever see me again." He glanced down then at her again walking towards her slowly. He had his sleeves rolled up to elbows showing his still shaking veiny arms still with his jaw clenched. "But you have to tell me you don't want to see me again." Their bodies were only inches apart. She opened her mouth to say he needed to stay away from her but no sound came out of it.
"Say it, y/n." His voice was husky and incredibly low while he reached out to touch her elbow with his hand, his fingers making her shiver.
"Tell me how you don't want me this close." With the index finger of the other hand he trailed along her cheek, down to her neck and extremely close to her breasts. Her breathe almost stopped when he touched her ear with his lips whispering. "Tell me that you don't feel anything when I do this."
He brushed his lips to hers breathing on them without touching them utterly.
"...Or this."
A ringing made her jump into place and when she realised it was her phone she reached out for it when Dylan grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
"It.. It could be important." She stated in a whine. He smirked satisfied with the effect he still had on her.
"Oh, I am sure it can wait a little longer." He leaned in and closed the distance between the two of them. She just kissed him back so needy for that touch as she was craving for it, as if her life depended on it and it did. y/n knew she could not resist him. Dylan softly pulled away unable to open his eyes for a few moments afterward. She took a few steps backwards and hid her face into her hands.
"What were we saying?" She managed to ask. "You were leaving me." His voice was hoarse. "You may go." He smirked at her. "Fine, I am going." She walked towards the door then turned her head towards him. "Don't rush me, though."
She smiled and run towards him holding him tightly, snuggling into his chest. They were like this. They were two different faces on the same coin. Moon and Sun, day and night, black and white but as every single contradiction they could not exist without the other.
