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“Excuse me?”
“I mean, we just have to forget about her. She can’t dictate our lives. She doesn’t know what we have.”
“Yeah, but—”
“I know, she’s my little sister. And she’s your best friend. But if we love each other, she’ll come around eventually.”
“What?”
“Or maybe she won’t. I don’t know, but—”
“You love me?”
Dylan’s eyes were like lasers burning through my skin. He slowly rose to his feet and approached me. He grabbed both of my hands in his and smiled. I felt butterflies in my stomach, something I hadn’t felt in ages.
“I do love you, Grace. And you may not love me now, but—”
“I love you, too.”
“You do?”
I couldn’t take the back and forth anymore. I pressed my lips to his and wrapped my arms around his neck. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close to him. Every kiss with Dylan was incredible, but this one was by far the best.
He pulled away a moment later, and I couldn’t help the cheesy grin that was plastered on my face. He wore a similar smile, and in that moment, I felt like everything was going to be fine.
“I’m going to order us some dinner. Have you eaten yet?”
I shook my head and planted myself back on the couch. I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I knew we still had to figure out what to do about Ella, but we could do that, right?
“Sushi or Chinese?”
“Definitely Chinese.”
Dylan ordered our food and while we waited, he massaged my shoulders and my feet, sending me into the most relaxed state I think I had ever been in. I was startled back into reality by the sound of the doorbell, but realizing that I was still mere inches from Dylan made everything alright.
As we ate, our conversation flowed as naturally as it ever had. Dylan told me about his time in LA, which sounded a bit wild and unruly, but he seemed to have had a decent trip. I told him about all of the dull ins and outs of my desk job, which he listened to with great intent, even though I knew he was bored out of his mind.
“Listen,” Dylan said as we cleared out the last bit of food from the takeout boxes.
“Uh oh. That doesn’t sound like a good ‘listen’.”
Dylan smirked at me as he shoved one last bite of fried rice into his mouth.
“Here’s what we do. We just keep sneaking around! Then Ella doesn’t know. The media doesn’t know. No one has to know.”
“And how long do you think we can keep that up?”
“I don’t know. Forever if we have to.”
“Forever? Dylan, don’t you think that’s a little bit…I don’t know…insane?”
“Why? We could do it. I have lots of money.”
“So?”
“Money makes things easier.”
I rolled my eyes at him, unable to resist the urge to mock him for parading his money around again.
