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The sun streamsthrough the room and the brightness wakes me. I squint at the seashell curtains, delving my sleepy mind for where I am. Beach house. Bed. With...Omigod. Dylan lies with his arms wrapped around my waist in a tight grip, as if I might disappear if he lets go.
I loosen his hand, and shift away. I'm naked and he's slept in his jeans, which can't be comfortable for him and makes me uncomfortable because I want to cover up. However great he made me feel last night, I don’t want Dylan to see me naked in the bright summer's day. Searching the room, I spot one of his black T-shirts near the edge of the bed. Bending, I reach for it and pull the soft material over my head. Dylan's scent covers my skin, the way he covered my body last night. Did that really happen? I know I was drunk, but what he did sent me spiralling higher than ever before. A familiar tingling and tightening takes hold at the memory of his mouth, hands, tongue... and the thought of what he denied me.
I sneak to the bathroom.
When I return, Dylan is awake. I tense, okay so we didn't have full sex but came pretty damn close. What now? Dylan runs his tongue along his lower lip as he regards me with the same lustful look as last night.
"You’re sexy as fuck in my clothes," he says, "especially the way that T-shirt doesn't quite cover your ass."
The intensity of his gaze fires heat into my cheeks and I tug on the material.
Dylan frowns. "What's wrong?"
I hesitate, not sure if he wants me here or gone. "I'm practically naked and you have jeans on."
He looks down at himself. "Yeah, that was needed. It's pretty hard to control myself around you."
I tip my head and give him a doubtful look. Propping himself on one elbow, shoulder muscles tensing, he frowns. "Don't you believe me?" Unsure how to respond, I perch on the bed. Dylan shuffles towards me, and places a hand on my thigh. "Sky?"
I rub my lips together, taking in the sight of his impossibly toned chest and shoulders. And the biceps—the ones I wanted to lick in the first day. Still do.Licking...I colour again.
"Come back to bed," he says. "I want to snuggle more."
I fix his darkening eyes with mine. "Snuggle?"
Dylan sits and pushes my hair behind my ears, before kissing my forehead. "Waking in bed with someone and snuggling, not..."
"Fucking them and leaving?"
He pulls a face. "Don't, Sky... Never with you. I told you the first night I kissed you."
"We didn't anyway, so I'll believe you after we do...that."
Dylan strokes my cheek. "Afterwe do?"
"If we do, I mean." His ability to match me in clever comebacks is annoying.
"So you're not sure you want to? That's cool…," he says.
I take Dylan’s right arm and study the mash up of tattoos, eager for a subject change. From his wrist to his shoulder, yellow stars and a swirling black pattern meld with bright flames. A blue bird covers most of the skin on his arm, tail feathers stretching towards his wrist. The head of the bird pushes through blue fire, colour exploding to the edge of Dylan's shoulder.
I run my finger along the picture. "Do any of your tattoos mean something?"
He gives a short laugh. "That one's fairly significant, yeah."
I follow the outline with my finger. "You're an ornithologist?"
He meets my smirk with a shake of the head. "No, Sky. That isn’t a bird."
"Isn't it an eagle?"
"There're flames?"
"Roast eagle?"
Dylan clamps his hands either side of my face and kisses me hard on my forehead.
