Page 65 of The Boy I Once Loved

"Dickface," I accuse. Water drips off us both onto the floor. Outside the heavens continue to pour, but inside this small space, it feels like we're tucked away from the world. I look at my watch. "I think we've missed the third period."

Dylan shrugs, looking unconcerned. “It’s only one class. We’ll live.” He looks at me and grins, “Come here,” he leans in his and his thumb wipes under my eye and I looked up at him puzzled. “Panda eyes from your mascara.”

Suddenly the space feels even smaller. Our feet touch and our breaths mingle. The windows in the phone box steam up, shutting us off from the outside. My heart pounds in my chest, the intimacy of the situation making me nervous.

Dylan looks lost in his thoughts as he takes a piece of my hair and twirls it between his fingers.

“What are you thinking about in there?” I ask him with a grin, trying to bring light into this tense situation.

He half-smiles. “Nothing good.” Sighing, he looks down at me. “It’s so good to have you back El. Life just wasn’t the same without you around.”

I clear my throat and look out of the glass panels to the outside. In this small space, all I can think about is how close he is, I could just reach out and kiss him and take what I've wanted for so god-damn long, but it could shatter our friendship beyond repair. "It's easing off. I think we should head home and get changed."

Dylan nods, a frown etched across his face. “Sure.”

He follows me back outside, and we silently walk to the bike. When he gets on behind me, I shiver at his touch. Why does it have to be him that gave me goosebumps like this? Why couldn’t it be any other boy but my best friend?

We arrive back at mine and the house is silent as my mum is working a twelve-hour shift today. We are both soaked through to the bone. Dylan follows me up the stairs and I head straight for the bathroom and grab us both towels. I find him sitting on my bed staring at nothing, his mind clearly elsewhere. I stand in front of him and offer him a towel. He takes it off me and he chucks it on the floor and pulling me closer by my legs he rests his head on my stomach.

“You okay?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper. It feels like we are on the cusp of something.

He simply nods in response. “You smell good,” he states, and I hear him inhale a breath against my jumper.

"Fuck." I gasp, as I suddenly find his mouth on my bare stomach. He drops soft, barely-there kisses along my skin.

“Dylan, what are you doing?” I ask him, my voice pitched with panic.

“I’m kissing your stomach,” he says matter of fact.

“Why?” I ask again.

He stops and looks up at me, his blue eyes full of need. “Because I want to.”

Before I can process his answer, he grabs the back of my legs and pulls me on to his lap, so I am straddling him. He dives into my neck and starts kissing down one side. “Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs.

My heart pounds in my chest as the feel of his lips on my skin does havoc with my senses. I feel like I can’t breathe. I place my hands on either side of his head and lift his face to look at me.

“Dylan, what are you doing?”

He looks at me with such intensity it floors me. “I’m doing this.”

Suddenly his lips are on mine and it is like all my Christmas’ have come at once. His lips against mine feel so right and I respond to him. He groans and he pulls me in closer so that we are touching in every possible way. His tongue dances with mine as he deepens the kiss, and I can honestly say I’m lost. I’m lost in him. He lifts the bottom of my jumper and I hold my arms up. Our lips briefly part as he lifts it over my head and then his lips are back on mine. He grabs my bottom and pulls me closer still, making me feel all of him and I can’t help but groan in pleasure. His hands snake around my back and he unfastens the clasp on my bra and pulls it gently down my arms. He pulls away from my lips and his eyes take in my breasts and smiling to himself he takes one nipple in his mouth.

"Holy fuck," I hiss, dropping my head back and pushing myself further into his mouth. With his other hand, he rubs and teases my other breast. He pulls away and lifts his own t-shirt over his head and we fall back on the bed, kissing each other like our lives depend on it. Our legs tangle together as we fight to get closer to each other. I'm scared that if I blink, this will all be a dream. Dylan fumbles with the button of my jeans.

My phone comes to life, ringing at top volume, making us both jump.

"Ignore it," he tells me as he grabs my chin and pulls my lips back to his. It carries on ringing, and with a groan, I pull away from him and reach for my phone.

“Hello,” I say breathlessly. Dylan pulls me back onto his lap and his mouth finds my breast again.

"Hi Ella, it's Jackie from your mum's work. I'm afraid a resident has assaulted your mum. Can you come and collect her? She's okay, but she is a bit shaken up."

“Yes, of course,” I reply. “I’m on my way now.”

Dylan pulls his mouth from my nipple and looks up at me as I end the call. He exhales. “Come on. Get changed and we’ll borrow my mums’ car.”

I nod, suddenly very aware that we are both topless and that my best friend has just had his lips on my tits. “Dylan I- “

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