7 Things About the Boy Next Door

Chapter 18

"A certain darkness is needed to see the stars." - Osho

~Harmony~

That kiss was... hot. I don't even have any words. My vocabulary has once again been stolen from me.

Dylan pulls back with a glaze over his eyes like he's just awaken from the deepest, most satisfying kind of sleep. A lazy smile plays over his sensual lips and I grin back, fiddling with the strings of hair at the base if his neck.

"Come, let's get out of here," he says huskily, lips swollen and glistening from our kiss. I nod in agreement; I'd agree to anything this man would say right now. I'm in deep.

He gracefully pushes himself from the grass and holds a hand out for me which I take eagerly. As I come to a stand and pat stray blades of grass from my skirt, I tentatively look around the circle from hooded eyes to see knowing smirks from the girls and boys around us. I know it probably doesn't look good; a heated make out session followed by Dylan asking to take me away, but screw you all.

I look down to Jas and she smiles kindly up at me, eyes glassy and I don't know why.

"Love," she mouths as Dylan pulls me further into the garden.

Despite the fact that night has completely crested, the full moon hanging like a saucer in the sky illuminates my every step I take as if it were simply a cloud covered day.

We walk soundlessly further and further through Lana's fields, hand in hand. It may not seem like a romantic gesture, but I think hand holding is really intimate; a sign of public association and affection. And boy am I enjoying holding his hand more than I probably should...

But below all of this is an underlying tension, the fact that we haven't spoken about what just went down at the house. Or I think there's a tension anyway.

Don't get me wrong, I'm stoked about what happened, I just don't know what this makes us now. I thought we were simply friends, but Dylan has squashed that and replaced it with something I don't think I can come back from if I allow myself into it.

Dylan guides me through the tall grass and over twisting roots. He lifts me by my waist over a fallen tree limb which makes my heart flutter and as we near a large clearing and go to turn into the next field, Dylan stops me with a gentle tug before I can look around the bush to the field.

"You have to close your eyes now," he says softly and moves his body behind mine, hands splayed over my waist where I love them so.

I raise my eyebrow in question but comply and drop my eyelids until my lashes flutter against my cheekbones. His large hand comes over my closed eyes and stays there as he gently guides me forwards again into a slow walk with his other hand.

I stumble a little bit and grip onto his arm over my face for support while I find my footing. It seems like we walk forever over the bumpy terrain as I basically trip over my own feet but soon we move off the dirt track into the centre of the field and the tall grass tickles against my toes and calves.

It seems like we walk about another hundred or so metres before Dylan jerks to a stop behind me. I stand excitedly as Dylan bends over to whisper in my ear.

"On the count of three you can look, okay?" He says a little nervously and I nod eagerly, smiling against his hand.

"One..." he raises one finger from my face, "two..." he lifts another finger, "three." His hand falls from my eyes and I throw my gaze open to be yet again shocked at his thoughtfulness.

"You didn't!" I ask in disbelief and fly around so I'm facing him, mouth agape and eyes wide in the evening air.

"I did," he replies happily, all traces of nerves squashed at my reaction. "Do you like it? I mean, I hope you don't mind I've set up another of your activities?" He rings his wrists as I take in the sight before me.