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Sky
Dylan’s surprisetrip away isn’t the next day and isn’t a surprise. The childish smirk he carried around for a few days before and his refusal to give a hint irritated me, but I let him have his fun.
He promised me no boat trips to tropical islands, and when I managed to extract the information we could drive there, I didn’t need to guess anymore.
This time the traffic cones on the motorway don’t bother me, and my state of mind is a million miles from the broken-hearted girl facing an unknown future. Despite his decision to drive at dusk, I know where we’re going. Dylan concentrates on the road, one hand on the wheel and the other repeatedly holding my hand up to kiss. The relaxed happiness that exudes from Dylan adds to his irresistibility.
In the warmth of the car, he’s jacket-less and I lean over to kiss the toned muscle stretching from under his T-shirt. “I know where we’re going, Dylan.”
He sticks his bottom lip out. “You could’ve pretended until we got there.”
“Oh, okay.” I clear my throat. “I wonder where we’re going? I’ll sleep until we get there.”
As I close my eyes, Dylan laughs softly and runs his hand along my leg. The burr of the engine and heat in the car sends me into dreams of Dylan, and Gran’s house.
The car comes to a smooth stop and I open an eye. Dark rain clouds obscure the moon and the wind blows the grass on the sand dunes. The amount of rain suggests staying in the car would be preferable.
“Oh, where are we?” I ask innocently.
Dylan doesn’t reply, but instead, climbs out and goes to the boot of the car. I watch as his tall figure disappears into the house carrying our bags.
Dylan reappears in the lit doorway and leans on the doorframe watching. I steel myself and climb out of the car into the terrible weather. Slamming the door, I run for the house.
Someone came here before us, because the fire is lit. I’d expected the place to be cold but to my relief, the warmth matches that of the car. I wrap my arms around Dylan’s neck and stand on tiptoes to kiss him.
“Thank you,” I say.
“Thank you?”
“For knowing me. You finally realised tropical islands and expensive houses don’t impress me?”
“I don’t need to impress you, Sky.”
“Well, this is perfect. Thank you.”
He walks into the kitchen and I follow. “How long are we staying?”
“How long would you like to stay?” He pulls open the fridge, which has also been stocked with food. “Beer?”
I spy a couple of bottles of red wine on the counter and tip my head toward them. Dylan pours me a glass, and as he passes the wine to me, he grabs me around the waist and pulls me closer.
“Careful!” I hold the glass up, attempting not to spill.
“The first day I saw you here,” he whispers then nips my ear. “Fuck, you turned me on and I hadn’t even touched you.”
“Oh, was it the snarky attitude or the unattractive underwear that made me so irresistible?” I ask, placing the glass on the counter so I can pull him closer.
Dylan leans against the counter and pulls me into him, as I rest a palm on the solid muscles of his chest. “Imagining the underwear on the snarky girl.”
“Seriously?”
“Well, maybe taking them off her…”
“Congratulations on your self-control then,” I say sarcastically.
“I’m serious! I’ve said before—there was something about you. From the first moment I looked into your eyes, I knew you were meant to be there, in that country lane at exactly that moment. Then I found you here—that’s more than fate.”
