And I Do

Chapter 20 Dylan's POV

My parents' anniversary is this weekend so they're gonna be gone...all weekend. Briella should be here any minute.
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I open the door to let Briella in. She didn't bring an overnight bag.
Briella: "My parents won't let me spend the night. They expect me home by 11:30."
Me: "Oh, well that's ok. That's still plenty of time to spend with my girlfriend. You wanna head up to my room now?"
Briella: "Uh, sure"
I lead her into my room and shut the door behind us. I turn around to find her looking at the pictures on the wall. I walk up behind her, placing my hands on her shoulders.
Briella: "You were so cute when you were little. What happened?"
She turns her head to look up at me, smiling mischievously.
Me: "I don't know. You tell me."
Briella: "Well first of all, you got these." She turns around and lifts the front of my shirt, revealing my abs.
Briella: "And these."
She lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it across the room. She traces her fingers over my biceps. I'm finding it harder and harder to breathe. My heart is beating so loudly Briella can probably hear it. I swallow and push my fear aside. I slowly lift her shirt above her head. Her hands fumble with my belt buckle. I smile and put my hands on hers to help. She looks up at me and together we undo my pants. I press her up against the wall. Her eyes are on fire. She jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist. She tangles her hands in my hair. I kiss her hungrily, working my lips across her jaw, down her neck. Briella suddenly unwraps her legs from my waist. I pull back, confused and nervous. Did I do something wrong? I didn't hurt her did I? She slides out from between me and the wall. I spin around to find her sitting on my bed. I smile and follow her. I sit down next to her. She straddles me and starts working my pants off. She tosses them on the floor. I do the same, sliding her pants down her legs. When I get them off, she starts kissing me. We roll around on the bed, making out. I love the feeling of her bare skin against mine. We are interrupted by a phone ringing.
Briella: "Oops, sorry that's mine."
She gets up and answers her phone. I attempt to catch my breath. When she finishes the call, she turns to me.
Briella: "That was my mom, reminding me to be home by 11:30."
Me: "What time is it now?"
Briella: "10:00"
She picks up her clothes off the floor and starts putting them on.
Briella: "I'll leave at 11:00"
Me: "So what are we gonna do for an hour?"
I get up and find my clothes.
Briella: "I think we'll manage."