Page 9 of One Wild Night
‘Oh my God, Kitty, what are you doing?’ Dylan asks her as he jumps out of bed, breaking the hold she has on my wrist.
Dylan turns to me, I would imagine to check that I am okay, but he’s distracted by my Ghost of Christmas Past nightgown.
‘Nic, what are you wearing?’ he asks, allowing himself a little chuckle despite the circumstances.
‘Don’t even mention it,’ I insist firmly.
‘Oh, come on, it looks great,’ he insists, almost flirtatiously. ‘I’m kind of into it.’
I wonder if he’s doing this for Kitty’s benefit, joking, or if he really has unlocked some kind of kink he didn’t realise he had. With Dylan, you never really know.
‘She’snot supposed to be in here,’ Kitty says firmly.
‘Neither are you,’ Dylan reminds her. ‘Kitty, I really appreciate you giving us somewhere to stay, and I really appreciate your support, but I’m in a relationship with Nicole. I love her. I’m so sorry if that’s difficult for you, but you have to respect my space.’
My eyebrows raise slightly. I have to say, I’m impressed. I mean, obviously he’s lying about the two of us being inlove and all that but, credit where it is due, Dylan has always been respectful of his younger fans, and has always kept strong boundaries. I know, this seems like the bare minimum, but you would be surprised how many musicians (and people in the public eye generally) don’t give a damn if you’re young, if you’re in a relationship, or if you’re even that into them. For all of Dylan’s faults, and lord knows he has a bunch, I’ve got to give him credit for that.
Kitty climbs out of bed slowly – menacingly so, I would say – and walks around the bed to stand in front of us.
‘Do you honestly expect me to believe that Dylan King is in love?’ she asks, looking us both up and down.
I mean, she’s right. They reckon the world might end next year, right? I don’t know who ‘they’ are, but I’ve heard all the crazy doomsday stuff being batted around. Well, even that seems more likely than Dylan King getting a girlfriend and falling in love. I’m not surprised Kitty doesn’t believe him.
I turn to Dylan, to see what he’s going to say (because I’m on the edge of my seat with this one too) only to see him moving closer to me, his face heading for mine, his arms snaking their way around my body – one around my waist while the other creeps behind my neck. Before I really know what is happening Dylan’s lips are on mine. First he pecks me softly, a couple of times, before parting his lips to kiss me properly – and I mean really kiss me properly.
If, just for a second (and I swear to God, I will deny this if anyone ever asks me about it), I pretend that it isn’t my best friend who is kissing me – and that he’s only doing it to get a crazed fan out of his bed – then I have to admit, I can see why women go weak at the knees for him. His kisses are so soft, yet so powerful. Goosebumps form on my arms, and my body starts to tingle. He is so commanding and I feel like he could pull away atany second. I desperately don’t want him to. It’s like some kind of spell.
He is one hell of a kisser – then again, he’s had a hell of a lot of practice.
Finally, he releases me and, after a few seconds, the spell wears off. Now all I have to worry about is Kitty clawing my eyes out.
‘Do I honestly expect you to believe I’m in love?’ Dylan reminds her of her question. ‘You tell me.’
Kitty huffs.
‘She can’t stay in here with you,’ Kitty reminds him as she strops towards the door, like a toddler who wants chocolate for dinner. ‘Come on, Nicole.’
‘Yeah, go on Nicole,’ Dylan tells me.
I stare at him for a second as he laughs with his eyes. Then I can just about make out him mouthing the word ‘sorry’ to me. I guess his kiss has worked as Kitty seems to believe him for now.
I mouth back to him that I will kill him before following Kitty back to her room.
I can’t say I’m surprised that Dylan finds kissing his best friend to get out of a pinch so funny, because his entire life is like a game of spin the bottle.
I am surprised by how much I enjoyed it though.
And now I have to get back in bed with Kitty, knowing how jealous she is, and that she must hate my guts.
I suppose I’ll be sleeping with one eye open tonight, but I’ll bet Dylan is already back to sleeping like a baby.
Chapter 5
I open my eyes slowly, and I’m as relieved as I am disappointed to have made it to morning.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad to have woken, because I was half expecting to find myself in a pool of my own blood, but the fact that I’m still alive means that I have to continue to be here, which sucks. I suppose death is worse than this ordeal, but only just.
Kitty is nowhere to be seen. I wonder if she’s in bed with Dylan but then I notice the noise, and the smell of cooked food, drifting up through the floorboards.
