When We Met

Thirty Eight

|Donovan|

My phone starts buzzing next to my pillow and I groan at the sound of it. I remember falling asleep very late last night and setting an alarm was the right decision, because it's my interview day today and I can't wait to just go out there and show the publishing world how good I can be.

Working in the book shop showed me how good an eye I have for books. I can differentiate readable stuff from utter bullshit, and that's something I like about myself. Maybe that's what is required in the field of publishing, right?

The phone starts buzzing again and the sleepyhead right next to me groans like a child. Dylan's arm tightens around my waist and his nose nuzzles against the nape of my neck.

"Shut that thing down." He speaks in his hoarse voice and I try to not get turned on by it.

"Babe, I have to get ready for the interview." I say as I try to get out of his extremely comforting embrace. Quite reluctantly, might I add.

Instead of letting me go, Dylan flips us around so that he is on top of me and a mischievous glint in his eyes makes me swallow hard. Not to mention that his bed hair is simply majestic.

"We've got time." He winks and I roll my eyes at him.

"No, we don't. It's 6:37 and I have to reach the office by 9. The interview starts at 9:30 sharp."

"Almost three hours."

"Are you mental?! It's a one hour drive from here, and I'm excluding the traffic."

"I'll make sure that you reach on time. Don't worry."

"I'm driving on my own. You have to meet up with Deb and help her pack for the weekend."

"I know. And I'll do that after dropping you."

"Dylan."

"Cheryl." He kisses the top of my nose and smiles at me. Oh, that smile.

"But what if we burn the breakfast... Or the tire punctures... Or I end up–" He shuts me up my kissing me passionately. My eyes roll back into their sockets as I kiss him back and let my fingers caress his bare back. He rests his body weight on his elbows, that make room on the sides of my face and his kisses travel down from the skin below my ears to my collar bone. I suck in a breath as he brings his hand to my waist and gently caresses this sensitive area with his knuckles.

This is going out of hand, considering the fact that I have to get dressed in an hour.

"Dylan..." I moan as he wraps my legs around his waist and continues kissing my neck. He bloody knows my weak spots and uses them against me. What a torturer.

As if reading my thoughts, I feel him smirk against my skin and I summon all of my strength to turn us over so that I'm straddling him. He raises his right eye brow and tries to hide his amusement.

"How about a quick shower?" I ask as I lean down and bring my lips to his left ear. Well, if he is smart, then I'm smarter. Insert the swag emoji here.

"Oh, so you aren't getting late now?" He cross questions and I tug on his hair, that have grown longer.

"I said quick." Jumping out of this intimate position, I grab Dylan's hand in mine and pull him towards the bathroom. I shriek as he bends down and hauls me over his shoulder, pushing the door close behind him.

*****

"Give me my bath robe, Dylan Martin!" I shout as he refuses to bring down his arm over which my rose bath robe hangs.

"Only if you say please." He winks and gets on his tippy toes as I try to jump.

"You are pure evil. I'm running late, stop being an annoying baby!"