He leans closer to me, and I stop him. "Not tonight, Foster." "Ugh, are you serious? I just wanna have fun!" He snaps. I look him in the eyes and reply: "You already had fun, stop it." I try to be calm. "Uff, it's so hot in here! It must be because of you." He smirks at me, and I ignore him, but when he decides to take off his t-shirt, it's pretty hard not to stare at his abs.
I don't know why, maybe because of his hotness or maybe because of all the things that he said to me tonight; I realize that I am turned on, and Dylan catches me looking at him while I am biting my bottom lip. "You like the view, eh?" He says. "Shut up." I reply while I am still staring at his body. "Aren't you hot?" He asks. "Nope, you think it's hot in here because you're drunk, but the truth is that I am cold." I try to look him in the eyes, but something is distracting me. "Well, I can make you warm if you want." I am not able to contain myself anymore; I don't care if he's drunk. "Then show me how you can do that."
Right after I finish talking, he kisses me, and I don't stop him; I can't. I immediately kiss him back, and after a few seconds, I straddle him, and my fingers are running through his hair. He doesn't seem surprised at all, and while he lays his big hands on my bum, he taps his tongue against my teeth. I open my mouth, so now he is forcing his tongue into it. I can still feel the vodka he drank, but it doesn't bother me. Our lips are moving in sync, and suddenly Dylan starts to kiss my neck, giving me shivers all over my body. Soon, I realize that he is doing more than just kissing my neck because I can feel him sucking that part of the skin.
Should I stop him? It's a bit painful, but after a few seconds, he stops, looking at my neck satisfied. "Now, everyone will know that you're mine." We kiss again, and then I slowly head to his neck. When I start to suck his skin, he moans, and I can't help myself not to smile. After giving him a hickey and after a long session of making out, we both decide that for tonight it's enough.
We are both excited but exhausted at the same time, but before falling asleep, Dylan says: "One more thing..." I turn around, and I look him in the eyes. "What is it?" I ask. "Even if I am still a bit drunk, I know what I am saying, but now it's up to you. After tonight, I am even more sure that I want you to be my girlfriend, can you confirm that you want that? Please, say yes."
Oh my God, I am so tired right now that I can't even think properly, but the truth is that I really want to be his girlfriend; I feel ready for it. I lean closer to kiss him and respond: "Maybe..." He smiles and says: "Goodnight, girlfriend." I respond with: "Goodnight, boyfriend." and then I fall asleep.
The next day.
I open my eyes, rubbing them, and then I turn around. Dylan is still sleeping. I get up, trying not to waking him up, and then I reach the bathroom. When I look at myself in the mirror, I notice a weird thing on my neck, but then I remember what it is, and I smile, thinking about what happened last night. When I get out of the bathroom, Dylan is still sleeping. I try not to make any noise, and I quickly change myself, putting his jacket on. I leave his room and then go for a walk around the hotel, thinking that now I am actually Dylan's girlfriend.
Am I living in a dream? What if something terrible happens and we break up? What if this relationship will be worse than the last one? What is Dylan going to do with his fans? Will they accept the fact that now he has a girlfriend? Too many questions and no answers.
After a long walk, I get back to the hotel, stop at the bar service, and get the usual. When I head to Dylan's room, I notice that he isn't in bed anymore. I lay the breakfast on the table and check every room until I find him. He is sitting next to a window, playing the guitar, while the wind is messing his hair. I stare at him for a couple of minutes, without saying anything.
When Dylan notices me, he immediately comes after me and kisses me. "I thought you left me..." He looks sad. "I would never do that! I brought breakfast." Now he smiles and pulls me in for a hug. "Thanks, babe." I take off the jacket, and then we sit down, starting to eat muffins. "How did my girlfriend sleep?" I blush, and I answer with a: "I slept well, thank you."
We keep talking about what happened last night, but then I remember that I had to get back home for the weekend. “Shoot." I whisper. "What's wrong?" Dylan asks, worried. "Tomorrow, I have to get back home..." He stops eating and stands up. "Do you need to go back home tomorrow?" I nod, and he makes me stand up, kissing my forehead. "Can you please stay a couple of days longer? I need you." "I would love to, but the flight is already booked." "Oh, that's not a problem." I look at him, confused, and I wait for an explanation. "If you want, I can talk to your parents and say that I want you to stay for a little longer. About the flight, don't worry; Luke can fix that."
I hug him. "That would be amazing, but when am I supposed to go back to Toronto then?" "We will be back in a week." "We?" "Yes, we. I will tell Luke to book the seat next to mine, business class. Is that okay?" "But Dylan, I don't have enough money to pay for a business class flight!" He laughs and says: "Don't worry about the money, I will pay for you. After all, it was my idea to make you stay. And don't even try to stop me from paying for you too; it’s a pleasure." I give up and say: "Fine, thank you."
Dylan then calls my parents and convinces them very quickly. "Wow, you can be so convincing, Foster." He laughs and says: "I am so happy that you can stay." We hug and then decide what to do next, ending up going around LA, both happier than ever.