The Rated R version of this chapter is in the "Private Chapters" in my profile page.
When I woke up the next morning, Dylan was gone.
I felt slightly disappointed, until memories of how amazing last night had been took over. I couldn’t keep the smile off my lips and the blush out of my face.
I sat up on the bed, and heard the shower running. I wanted to go and join him, but I knew he would be busy today.
With Blake here, it was probably better to plan on what would happen with Alpha Nicolas, than waste time.
As tempted as I felt with wanting to accompany him in the shower, I decided to get up and search for clothes.
I would go and shower in another room.
I felt the warm spray of the shower softly hitting my face. It was a nice feeling. I almost didn’t leave the shower.
Dylan came barging into the bathroom like a mad man. I pulled the curtain to the side, to find him standing there- only a towel covering below his waist.
Dylan let out a sigh once he saw me. When he saw I wasn’t wearing any clothes, his eyes slowly looked at every part of me.
I cleared my throat, and voted against crossing my arms after last night.
“Did you need anything?” I asked, a smile playing on my lips.
“I didn’t find you in the bed, so I got worried. Why didn’t you shower with me?” He asked, walking toward me.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, and continued to stare at me.
I chuckled, and tried pushing him away.
“You and Blake are going to be busy. He’s leaving soon, and I want you two to make some type of agreement or something, before he leaves,” I said.
The water was hitting the side of his arm, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Dylan,” I said, barely above a whisper.
“Go and get dressed,” I told him, pushing him away.
“Now that I’ve had you, I want you all the time,” he said.
I smiled, and let him kiss me for a few moments, before pulling away.
Dylan started walking out of the bathroom, and I almost made him come back to me- but I stopped myself.
I got out of the shower feeling hot and bothered. It wasn’t exactly a nice feeling. I started looking for Dylan, wanting him to stay with me a bit longer before leaving.
When I got downstairs, I found out Dylan had already left and in his place were Eric and a guy named Scott.
“When did Dylan leave?” I asked, disappointed that I hadn’t caught him.
“He just left like five minutes ago,” Eric answered.
I was mad at myself for stopping Dylan earlier, because now I wanted him.
I thought about going out to find him, and maybe I would get to see Blake as well, but I voted against the idea. I didn’t want to intrude in their time, and there was no doubt Dylan would get distracted if I was there.