Page 32 of The Boy I Once Loved

Chapter Six

We arrive at my house and I put a finger to my lips to remind him to be quiet as he holds the front door open for me. Mum is likely still in bed.

“What clothes do you need?” He asks me as he starts for the stairs.

“Grab me some clean underwear and any top and I guess it will have to be some joggers seeing as I can’t get anything else over this stupid boot.” I tap a crutch against the boot and carefully sit down on the sofa.

“You want your granny knickers too?”

I can hear the teasing tone in his voice as he climbs the stairs two at a time.

"Fuck off," I reply, which earns me his sexy chuckle.

He’s back a minute later with my overnight bag. He drops it beside him and he takes a seat next to me. “I grabbed your kindle and charger and your make-up bag too. Not that you need it.”

I nod and shuffle in my seat to face him. “So, this girl.”

“Can we not do this?” He groans and looks heavenward.

I fold my arms and give him my determined face. “Have you tried to tell her how you feel?”

He sighs again and runs a hand through his dark hair. “There’s no point, okay. She doesn’t feel the same.”

“How do you know if you’ve never asked her?”

He leans his head back on the sofa. “I just know, okay.”

I don’t know why I am pushing this. I mean, I don’t want to encourage this. If he tells this girl and she likes him, then she will become his priority and I’ll be left behind. “Let’s practice.”

He lifts his head. “Practice what?”

“Practice. On me. Pretend I’m this girl and you’re telling her how you feel.”

He scoffs. “I think I’ll pass.”

“Come on. We are doing this.” I sit up straighter and grab at his hand. “Come on. Okay, pretend I’m the girl. Say what you would want to tell her.”

He groans but he sits up straight and, on his side, so that we are facing each other on the sofa. "This is stupid," he mutters under his breath. He pauses for a minute, thinking.

"Ella, I need to tell you something." He reaches out and takes both my hands in his. "You're the only girl I have ever truly wanted. You make me feel things." He looks down at our joined hands and his thumb strokes across my palm, causing goosebumps all over my body. "I want to hold you close and be able to call you mine. I want to kiss you first thing of a morning and tell everyone that you're my girl. I want to know every inch of your body and worship it."

Holy fire, he was good!!

I stare into his eyes as he cups my cheek with his hand.

“You are so beautiful, and you don’t even know it, and that’s what I love about you. You’re not like other girls. You’re caring and genuine and I know you will always have my back and fight by my side.” He leans in closer, our lips are but an inch apart. “I’ll never want anyone in the way that I want you.” He closes his eyes and leans in a little closer, so much so that our lips brush briefly. I want to lean forward and kiss him but how can I when he is in front of me professing his feelings for another girl. I jerk back.

“Wow, that was good Dyl.” I try to hide the shakiness in my voice.

He opens his eyes and he just stares at me for a few seconds with a look I can’t fathom. “You think?”

I nod. “Hell yes. That was first class. Honestly, you should tell her, she will fall at your feet, I’m sure.”

He nods, looking deep in thought. “You know what, maybe I will. I mean, what have I got to lose, right?”

“Exactly. If she is a decent girl and she doesn’t feel the same, then I’m sure she will let you down gently. Besides, she’d be crazy not to want you.”

“Really?” Dylan cocks a brow, smirking. “You think any girl would be crazy to turn me down?”

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