Kiss me.

I immediately pull him back, and I snap at him: "What the hell are you doing?!" After pushing him, I notice that he is wearing only a pair of sweat pants. He is shirtless. Oh God, why I didn't notice this before? His abs, his biceps...I could stare at them for the rest of my life, I swear. I want to continue the kiss, but I can't let him win.

"I'm sorry, Olivia, I don't know what was going on in my mind at that moment! It's just that... Shoot, I am going to say it." He pauses for a moment, and I don't know what to expect. "Liv, I like you. I mean, not as a friend, but you perfectly know what I mean." My jaw drops. Wait... did he actually say that, or is it just my imagination? "Say it again." I whisper. "What?" He asks, confused. "Just say that again, please."

My heart is beating so fast; I can't handle it. Dylan looks at me and says: "Olivia, I want you." Screw this. I don't care. I come closer to his face, crushing my lips on his. He immediately kisses me back and pulls me closer to him. While we are still kissing, Dylan grabs my arm to make me move so he can close the door. He locks it and starts kissing me again. This time his hands are on my waist, and mine are running through his hair. Suddenly, he stops kissing me, and I am confused, but he says nothing and just sits on the bed, making me sit on his lap.

Oh God, this is not ending well. I mean, everything’s perfect, but maybe we are going too fast. Dylan stops my thoughts by kissing my neck. I groan, which makes him smirk. While he is still kissing my neck, my hands are touching his abs, and I can feel one of his arms going under my shirt, heading to my bra.

My eyes widen, and I stop him. "Dylan, wait..." I get up from his lap, and I sit on the bed next to him. "I think that maybe we are going too fast...I am sorry, it's just that-" He immediately interrupts me: "Hey, don't be sorry, it's okay. Maybe you are right. But...Can I ask you something?" I nod, and then he talks again: "When I kissed you first... Why did you push me away?" I am asking myself the same question. But then I understand why I did that, and I explain it to Dylan: "Because I honestly wasn't expecting that. I mean, I came here in LA just to fix our friendship, so I’ve never thought that we would make out."

Dylan smiles and rubs the hand that I laid on his cheek before. Suddenly, I ask him: "But what about you? I mean, do you actually have feelings for me? Because everyone -included Sam and my sister- thought that you did, but I have never believed them." He puts his hand on my thigh and says: "Liv, even if we know each other only for a couple of weeks, I have never felt like this in my life. I mean, when I am with you, I feel so comfortable and happy. It's like I don't need anybody else, just you. And what I said before, I really mean it. I want to be with you." Okay, now I am actually about to cry.

The only thing that I can do is kiss him, and then I put myself in his arms. He understands that I want to be hugged, so he just puts his big hands around my back and rubs it. I feel so safe between his arms; it’s the best feeling in the world, I swear. We stay like this for a couple of minutes, and then Dylan whispers in my ear: "So...What do you want to do? I mean, I am free all day, so we can do something together, but you must be tired as hell after the flight." I sadly break the hug and reply: "I would love to hang out with you or just spend more time together, but I am actually tired. I think that I am going to my room and I will go to get some rest. Is that okay?"

Dylan nods, and I get up so I can reach the door and unlock it. But when I am about to do it, he grabs my wrist and pulls me back to him. "Wait..." "What?" I ask, confused. "Ehm...would you like to sleep here, in my room? I mean, while you're sleeping, I can lay next to you, and you can rest your head upon my chest..." He looks so embarrassed but so adorable at the same time. I answer, blushing a bit: "I would love to, but I still gotta reach my room so I can put on some comfy clothes. I will be right back." He stops me again. "No, wait... You can put on my clothes so that you don't have to leave." Oh, man. I can't refuse, so I simply nod.

He immediately reaches the wardrobe and gives me a pair of shorts and a shirt of his. I head to the bathroom to change myself, and when I am back, Dylan is already in bed. When he sees me, his jaw drops. "Liv... you look better in my clothes than I do..." I laugh, and then I get into bed too. It’s a double bed, so there was enough space for both of us.

"Don't look at me like that; I look terrible." I say. "Shut up, you look even cuter with that messy bun and with no make-up." I smile, and he gives me a kiss. I rest my head upon his chest, and I can feel his heart beating fast. I smile once again, and when I close my eyes, I immediately fall asleep, happier than ever.