Dylan ended up carrying me upstairs to our room. We were lying down in bed, with Dylan over me. His body easily covered mine.
He was a lot bigger than my small frame.
I loved how good his body felt so close to mine, yet he kept all his weight resting on his arms.
He was trailing kisses down my jaw and toward my mark. My heart was beating faster, feeling expectant of what would be happening.
"Are you okay?" Dylan asked, sitting up a little and looking at me.
I was out of breath, so I simply nodded my head.
"I missed you so much," he said, completely sitting up in the bed. I wasn't expecting him to say that.
I stayed lying down for a little while, not understanding why he moved away from me.
"I miss you too," I replied softly, getting on my knees in front of him and then rest
