Meredith
We spent Christmas Day together. We went back to my sisters to see the kids for a while, and then I insisted Dylan went to see his parents.
He did, but not for long. He came back, declaring that his parents wanted to see who had made him smile so much. So he took me to see them.
His parents were lovely, but the looks Dylan gave me told me we were leaving shortly.
The man isinsatiable.
I mean, I’m not complaining.
So here we are, on a rug in front of the fire, both panting and gasping for breath after what must be the sixth time today. His body glistens with sweat, and as the wind howls outside, I can’t help but sigh with content.
“How did we manage to keep our hands off each other these past few days?” Dylan smirks, kissing me softly.
“I really don’t know,” I say, sitting up. “This is so surreal. It’s like a dream.”
Dylan lifts an eyebrow at me, shaking his head. “A dream, hey? I can assure you I’m real.”
“I know you are,” I say. “I mean, one minute I’m driving here to see my sister, the next minute I’m in front of a roaring fire with my teenage crush between my thighs.”
“Haha, I get that. You can’t predict what happens in life. I guess it’s not always shit.”
“Clearly not.”
We spend the rest of the day in bed, only leaving to grab food and drinks when necessary. The next day, I woke up to Dylan curled against me, a wide smile on my face.
“I missed you,” Dylan murmurs, kissing my shoulder. “It’s been a while…”
“Dylan...what is going to happen between us? Is this...just a holiday thing?” I ask, fear gripping my heart like a vice.
Dylan stills, twisting me around, so I’m gazing into his eyes.
“Come on now, Merry. Let’s not think about the future just yet.”
“Future? I have to go home within the next week,” I say, watching as his eyes cloud over.
“Yeah. I know.”
I’m not sure what I’m expecting him to say, but it’s more than that.
“Hopefully, my car will be fixed,” I say. “I need it for work.”
Dylan gazes at me, sighing as he kisses my head. “You could stay.”
My heart is hammering in my chest as he flushes, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.
“Stay?” I echo, and he nods.
“Here. With me.”
“But… we barely know one another. What if it doesn’t work?”
Dylan dips his head, his lips brushing against mine briefly before he rests his forehead on mine.
“As ifwewon’t work.”
My stomach explodes at his words, and I drag him towards me for another kiss.
