Strange // Ryllon

six

"And this is your room," Dallon says, opening the bedroom door.

The bed is neatly made and the room is very cozy and homey itself. There's a window with white and yellow striped curtains, the walls are a light yellow, the bed is big with many decorative pillows and a pretty, light blue comforter, and though I doubt I'll admit it out loud, I love it.

"I'll let you get settled in and stuff. I'll grab you some pajamas, but make yourself at home." He leaves to his room, which is just a few feet away. I take off my shoes and socks, neatly placing them by the door. My feel hurt, my body feels weak, I'm freezing, and my head is starting to ache.

Dallon walks back in with a small stack of clothes and hands them to me with a kind smile that makes me melt. I wish he could either stop being so cute or be mine, because he drives me insane.

He takes a deep breath as his smile saddens. I catch my reflection in the mirror on the wall, and I realize how sad I look as I place the clothes on the bed. I turn back to him. His hands wrap around me again, this time mine going around his torso as I snuggle my face into his chest.

"Try and get some sleep. I can't imagine what you're going through right now," he says quietly, voice filled with care and worry. His hand is in my hair and I'm tempted to pull him onto the bed about 7 feet behind me. Sleep with me, hold me, make me snuggle with you.

God, what the hell are you thinking, Ryan? You can't like Dallon, it's impossible. You shouldn't even be here. You're just gonna fall in love and he will break your heart.

Dallon kisses the top of my head and I nearly lose all control in my body. My eyes close and I have to use a large amount of restraint to not make a small noise of happiness and satisfaction.

Is falling in love with him so bad?

He pulls away and smiles. "Goodnight."

I try to speak, so entranced by the kiss to the point of not being able to process words. I nod and he closes the door. It takes me a moment to move, but soon my weak legs carry me over to the bed and I undress, then dress into the clothes Dallon gifted me. It is all bigger than my side, which isn't shocking. He seems to wear things a size or so bigger than what he actually is, and I'm tiny as hell, so his clothes on me makes me feel small and fragile. I love this feeling, not that I'll admit it to anyone yet, but it makes me feel something I've never felt before.

I fold my clothes, put them under my shoes, turn off the lights, then nearly collapse onto the bed. I eventually manage to get under the covers and curl up into a ball. My eyelids grow heavy and my tired, aching body gives up any strength it probably didn't have left, and I let out a deep breath with one dumb, stupid, irrational thought on my mind.

I wish Dallon were with me right now.