My Very Own Superman (Dylan Sprayberry) {Soon To Be In Editing}

Chapter Thirty-One

His arms are just so calming and I think now I'll only be able to sleep when I'm in his arms. As i slept i my brain wasn't as calm as my body. As i laud there as still as a log my mine was racing a million miles. Every little thing in my mine, found every little thing that could go wrong. Once the last one went through my mind I shot up right out of Dylan's arms and fell out of the bed. He then quickly got up and helped me up. Once I was back in the bed he pulled me into his lap. I then hide my face in his chest and cried. He then began to rub my back.

"What's wrong?" He asked me. But before I could answer he's parents ran in.

"is everything ok?" His mom asked. But I just keep my face covered. I then felt her sit me to us. "What's wrong, sweetheart? " She asked me. But I just shook my head no violently.

"Jellybean..." Dylan hasn't called me that in years. He gave me that nickname ,when I was like eight, for my love of jellybeans. He then striped calling me it when I turned eleven in the sixth grade.

"I....I don't... I don't want you to die...." I cried out. He then pulled me back and looked at me right in the eyes and he's parents walked out. He then lifted my head up with his index finger.

"I'm going anywhere...." He told me. Then pulled me into a deep passionate kiss. It then turned into a heated make out. After about five minutes he licked my bootie lip for an entrance. Which I gladly gave him access to.