Page 42 of One Night

After a quick breakfast, I take a long hot shower, then put on yoga pants and a soft, oversized t-shirt. I'm going for comfort because I have to spend the day working on a paper, then studying for a test.

Around ten, there's a knock on the door. Who would show up here on a Sunday morning? Maybe someone went to the wrong apartment.

"Who is it?" I yell as I walk to the door.

"Special delivery," a deep voice answers.

Special delivery? What does that mean? I check the peephole, my body freezing up when I see that it's Dylan. What is he doing here? He's supposed to write me, not show up at my door! I'm not ready to see him. I'm a mess. A sloppy mess, wearing a baggy t-shirt with my hair in a ponytail and no makeup on.

"Amber, I know you're in there," he says in his regular voice. He was faking his voice earlier, pretending to be a delivery guy. "Would you open the door, please?"

"I'm kind of busy right now."

"I need to give you something."

"Just leave it at the door."

"I can't. I have to give it to you in person."

My heart's beating so fast I can barely breathe. I deeply inhale, trying to calm down but it doesn't work. My heart knows Dylan is just a few feet away and it really wants to see him.

"Amber," he says.

"Yeah, okay." I open the door and see him there in dark jeans, a black t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His hair is tousled like he didn't bother to style it this morning. And he hasn't shaved so his sharp jawline is covered in scruff. He's even hotter than when I saw him in May.

"Hey." He gives me that same sexy smile he gave me at the party that night. The one that led us to a bedroom. "This is for you." He hands me the envelope. His letter. It's in a regular envelope this time instead of a card envelope. He must've found stationary paper.

"Thanks." I feel like my mouth isn't working, or my brain, as I stare at the guy I've been dreaming about for six months.

He's staring back, but seems calmer than me. I'm practically shaking. Why am I so nervous?

"So...can I come in?" He laughs a little.

"Oh, um, I um..." My brain still isn't working. I can't even form words or sentences. What is he doing here? The thought leaves my mouth. "What are you doing here?" I step aside to let him in.

"I told you, I had to give you something." He still has that smile as he comes into my apartment and closes the door.

I hold up the envelope. "You already gave it to me."

"I could've just left that at your door. That's not what I came here to give you."

"I don't understand."

He steps up to me and his hand cups my cheek, his eyes moving over my face. "You're even more beautiful than I remembered." He leans in and my heart starts pumping so fast I feel lightheaded. His lips press softly against mine, and just that small movement, that barely-there kiss, is enough to feel those sparks again.

He remains close, his breath hovering over my mouth. I grab his shirt and yank him closer, just like I did that night.

He kisses me again, and I part my lips, wanting more. His tongue moves over mine and I nearly melt to the ground, held up only by Dylan's arm which is now around my waist.

His kiss, and the way he holds me, is just liked I remembered. Like I'm home. Back at a familiar place that shouldn't feel familiar at all because I barely know this guy and yet being with him feels so right. He doesn't feel like a stranger. He never has.

The door swings open. "Oh, shit." I hear a guy say.

Dylan and I turn and see Kira and Austin at the door, staring at us.

"Sorry!" Kira says, stumbling back into Austin. "We'll leave. We're leaving right now." She turns to Austin and shoves him out the door.

"You don't have to leave," I say, but they're already gone. That's just great. Now I'm going to have to explain this to Kira. Except I don't even know how to explain it. I don't know what's going on here.

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