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“Good night. Glad you had a great birthday, kid,” I say and run my head over his hair as I lean in to kiss his forehead.
I kick my shoes off and get ready to climb into the bed next to him. Movement by the door catches my attention. I turn to find Dylan standing there watching me.
He crooks his finger to beckon me to him. I glance at Ciarán then back at him. With a sigh, I pad to the door.
“There are three other guest rooms for you to choose from, or you can spend the night in my room.”
I bite my lip and look up at him through my lashes. The heated look in his eyes tells me to go find one of those guestrooms, but something in the back of my mind screams for something else entirely.
“I don’t have anything to sleep in. I should sleep in my own room.”
“You’re welcome to wear anything of mine. Besides, I thought we could talk some more. You say I might not like who you’ve become.
“Let’s get to know each other. I know how this ends, Ciara. Allow me to get you there with me.”
I think of Ciarán. I never thought he felt like I don’t have a life because of him. It breaks my heart because I’ve never thought twice about taking care of him. His words ring in my ears.
Please, Cee. My birthday wish is for you to be happy.
“Okay, Dylan. Okay,” I say and place my hand in his.
He squeezes my fingers. Then we walk nearly across the apartment, leaving me to wonder how big this place really is. We walk through a set of double doors, and the huge king-size bed comes into view.
My heart rate picks up. Everything is moving so fast. What if we hate each other?
“Stop overthinking. The bathroom is over there. I’ll get you one of my shirts. We’re not going to do anything you don’t want.”
“Um, okay. Right.”
The problem is, I can’t say this isn’t something I want. There’s this energy surrounding us. I couldn’t deny it if I wanted to.
Before I change my mind, I rush off to the bathroom to hop in the shower. Once behind the closed door, I start to freak out. This is the first time I’ve ever considered losing my virginity.
I glance at the time on my phone. It’s almost midnight. I can stay in here freaking out, or I can shower and grow a pair.
“Ciarán is right. I’m an adult, I’m an adult, I’m an adult,” I repeat to myself as I try to calm down. “Well, fuck, if you’re an adult then act like it.”
Looking in the mirror, I chide myself. I frown as I look at my braids. They’re already fuzzy from Dylan and Daliah not knowing to cover them when they put me in bed last night.
Leaving them for now, I undress and climb into the shower. Reaching for his bodywash, I then sniff it. That’s part of his amazing scent. I smile like a goofball as reality sets in.
Excitedly, I make quick work of my shower and hop out to dry off and take my braids down. When my hair is free, I run my hands through it. I can’t help wondering what Dylan will think.
Shaking my thoughts off, I then grab a towel to wrap myself in. I have nothing else to help me stall. I shrug and gather my things to hold to my chest as I exit the bathroom.
I step out to find Dylan in a pair of sleep pants as he stands by a chest of drawers. Music is flowing softly through the room and candles are lit. I begin to chew on my lip as I shift from foot to foot.
He turns to face me, holding out a T-shirt. “I thought I had some old shirts that shrank in the wash. I can’t seem to find any of them. Here, you can have this one. I’ll take all of that.”
I move to take the shirt from him. A blush comes to my cheeks as I drop my gaze to below his waist. My mouth fallsopen as I see the bulge and print his dick makes beneath the thin fabric.
I quickly lift my gaze and grab the shirt he’s holding out as my face heats. He grins as he takes my things from my grasp and turns to place them in the accent chair in the corner. I bite my lip as I check out his tight ass.
When he turns back to me, he catches my eyes on him. I feel like such a creep. I made a fuss about spending the night, but he’s just busted me ogling him not once but twice in the last two minutes.
Seeing I haven’t placed the shirt on yet, he turns his back again and allows me to slip it on. Then I drop the towel I have beneath. I clear my throat after picking up the towel and go over to tap him on the shoulder. He turns to me with a heated look in his eyes.
Tossing the towel over my shoulder, I cross my legs at my ankles and clasp my hands in front of me. Dylan closes the small distance between us and lifts a lock of my hair in his hand. A smile comes to his lips as his gaze searches my face.
