Choices

The Morning After

The end of this chapter may not be entirely suitable for younger readers so I have put a PG-13 rating on my story. Enjoy :)

I woke up the next morning to a pounding headache and suprisingly, a text from my mother. I ignored the text but I found it difficult to ignore my headache so I headed downstairs for some aspirin. "Morning," said my Grandma when she saw me "there's someone here to see you." She smiled slyly and I suspected it was Dylan before I even saw him. He was sat sprawled out over a chair in my lounge and I smiled to myself at how adorable he looked. "Hey, gorgeous." he said when he noticed me. "Hey, Dylan." I replied and it suddenly came to my attention that I was still dressed in the clothes I sleep in which consisted of just a sweatshirt and underwear. I sat myself down on the couch next to him and curled my legs up to my chest, hoping that he wouldn't look at my body. "You look fine." he said, tickling my sides so that I had to put my legs down. I sighed. "Aren't you wondering why I'm here?" he laughed. I nodded my head, feeling too lousy to speak. "Well, can we go somewhere a bit more...you know...private?" He whispered, nodding his head towards the other side of the room. I turned to see my Gran who was supposedly dusting the shelves and rolled my eyes. "Your house?" I suggested. "Sure." said Dylan, getting up. "Hold on a minute though, I need to change." I said. Dylan sighed, "No you don't." Dylan put his hands under my butt and I wondered what the hell he was doing before he lifted me up and over his shoulder then carried me out the door.

Dylan finally put me down when we reached his bedroom by laying me on his bed. He dived on the bed too and we both just laid on our backs for a while until Dylan eventually spoke. "I was going to ask you something." He said, rolling over so that he was facing me. "Go on then." I said, smiling. "After last night, I was thinking." said Dylan, shuffling his body closer to mine. I couldn't remember much of last night, but I knew what he was talking about. "Yeah, and?" I said, prompting him to carry on. "And I've decided that I want you to be my girlfriend." He stated "Do you accept?" Dylan laughed and grabbed my waist, pulling me in to him. "Yes. Of course I do." I giggled, feeling extremely giddy. "Okay then, girlfriend," Chuckled Dylan, moving his face closer to mine "what do you want to do now?" He raised an eyebrow at me and I rolled my eyes jokingly because I could tell he wanted to kiss me again. I brought one of my hands up to his face and left it there for a few seconds before reaching further up to his hair. I guided his lips to mine until they touched. We pulled away and looked at each other for a few moments before Dylan went in for another kiss, and then another, and then another. Each kiss became more passionate until eventually Dylan began planting kisses on my neck. My breathing quickened and I ran my hands through his hair as his lips moved lower and lower.