The car sped through the road of New York City, making my heart swell every time Dylan looked at me. I am done lying to myself that he might have some feeling developing underneath his closed-off demeanor, but every time I tried to pull away from him, he pulled me closer to him than ever.
"You know, Meg! Kizzy told me that grandma was talking about you the whole night and my mom was so overwhelmed that I have finally made the right choice, she insisted on seeing your pictures," he said, as we drove through the oceanfront roads, with breathtaking views.
"Oh, wow! Did she like me? Do I qualify to be a Hills girl?" I asked in a mocking tone, which made Dylan chuckle a little. "Ah! Are you still bitter? Is there something that I am missing, Meg?" I rolled my eyes at the thought that he was missing everything at this point. He made it clear what he wants, all he wants is to make his family believe that he is over his past hurts and will not relapse into that time ever again.
But, I was not sure if intimacy between us was required in private to make this happen. He seemed conflicted in himself, and it felt as though he kept repeating to himself more than to me that he doesn't deserve love and cannot fall in love again. Maybe he is feeling guilty over losing the most magical relationship which he thought will never be happening in his life again.
It was understandable, but most of the time, it looked as if he didn't care about how am I feeling or what repercussions I will need to face for helping him deal with his inner conflict. "You don't get it, Dyl. You pretend to be the most kind, loving person, but you end up looking like a very cocky man who doesn't care about the other person. You can't decide where I stand with you in your personal space and public life."
I knew he didn't quite like it when I talked about how I felt for some reason he always made it look like his feelings were more important than mine. Or am I suddenly seeing the downside of spending time with him after sleeping with him? Sex always does that to people, open doorways into their true nature. That is why I think most men withdraw, and most women catch emotions after sex. Men are scared to acknowledge the feelings, and women hate to acknowledge that it is all just physical desire that brought them together.
Dylan kept silent for a few minutes; the only sound that remained in the car for the rest of the ride was Drake's song blaring through the speakers. He stopped the car at a harbor where there were many boats parked across the decks in rows. He got out of the car and sprinted to my side to open the door for me. I never really understood this man, and I knew for a fact that he didn't quite understand himself either.
I got out of the car and looked at Dylan, who had his face kept serious since I let out my thoughts. He locked the car and held my hand, taking me over to a deck that didn't have many people around. "I skipped something, Meg! I don't pretend to be kind. I never could accept life and what it took from me yet. But since I have met you at the party, I feel like I am realizing what I am missing in my life. I love spending time with you, Meg!" he said as we walked to the end of the deck.
Some of the boats parked there had people coming in and out of it. The sun was still up and shining on our faces. But it was a beautiful feeling to be there with the man you have developed such a close emotional bond with, and he was finally letting his true feelings out for me. 'What took you so long?' I thought in my head, but I didn't think bringing it on my lips would be appropriate.
"But you cannot love me." I completed his sentence for him as I looked over to the blue horizon of the ocean. It looked beautiful as the sun's rays created a golden glow in the bubbling waves of the water. I could feel as it was mirroring how I felt inside me whenever I thought of Dylan.
"Okay, so why I brought you here was not to talk about these depressing, sad kinds of stuff. I gave you that enough. My mom asked me to give you a ride in our Hills boat. I had to tell her that you won't be able to make it to dinner because I happened to tell you everything about me in the morning. And now you need some time to process everything." I looked at him, my eyes wide open, still trying to comprehend his words. "What? You guys have a boat?"
I looked over to the boat, which was approaching us fast from the left side, and the boat looked unusually bigger than most boats that were docked at the harbor. Dylan smiled at me with a wink. "And this is your idea of processing things? Usually, in our world, people are just left alone for a while." Dylan laughed out at my snarky comment.
The boat roared as it approached the deck we were standing at, and it slowly got closer to the wooden panel so we could jump on it without any risk. Dylan took a large leap with his right leg stepping on the boat first, and jumped into it fully after reassuring his grip. I looked at him, trying to figure out how I am supposed to jump in that, and he looked at me with a smile and opened his arms, indicating that I had to jump into his arms.
"Are you kidding me?" I asked. I looked over at the other side of the boat and saw a young woman in formal clothes stood there watching us. "Who is that?" I questioned, still keeping my eyes stuck on her. Dylan turned to look over and smiled at her, and said, "that is the stewardess of the boat. She will be at our service today," he replied very casually. I was just wondering the fact that how rich this guy could be considering his family owns a foundation, owns hospital chains around the country, and even own luxury boats.
"Come on now. I got you, now jump." Dylan said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I took a deep breath as I prepared to jump into his arms by running my hands through my curls and correcting my jacket. "Here! I come!" I said as I jumped into his arms.
He took a few steps back as I land in his arms, my arms around his neck and every inch of our bodies feeling the touch again. Our breaths intermingled as our lips played with each other softly, without quite touching. He puts me down as he realizes that we probably are slipping again into the same physical attraction drain.
I recorrect my jacket and put my bralette in place, hoping that it didn't slip too much that he might see anything. "Can we go in?" He asked, looking at my embarrassed face. "Yeah, sure!" I replied, taking his extended palm following him into his luxury boat.
"Have you been into one before?" he asked as we got inside. It was even more beautiful from the inside that it was from the outside. The whole interior is made from pure wood. The furniture looked as though it is a palace made on a boat. The chandelier that hung at the top of the ceiling reminded me of the movie Titanic, even though it was a tragic story, it was a great love story that didn't quite end very happily.
"No, I have never dated or pretend to date a rich guy before," I answered with a chuckle. "Shhh! My staffs shouldn't know that, they are my grandma's stuff, so we will need to keep pretending without leaving room for a slightest of doubt," he whispered as we sat down on the big velvet couch, which was in a blood-red color that complimented the wooden surrounds extremely well.
So, then let's pretend our heart's out, shall we?" I said as I slide close to him. I noticed the stewardess who was watching us approach from the side angle, so I moved closer to his face and took his mouth in a swift motion for a kiss. He opened his eyes in shock for a moment, but he almost immediately eased in and returned the kiss with a passion that even I couldn't match.
The stewardess stood there, waiting for us to finish our intimate moment. "Umm... Hey Daisy, this is Megan! My girlfriend. She will be our guest for the day." Dylan said as we break away from the kiss. The stewardess smiles at me dearly and serves me with a cocktail that was wonderfully decorated, almost making me feel like I suddenly dropped into heaven or something.
As she walks away, Dylan turns to me, his face still quite not recovered from my sudden passionate gesture. "You are too good at pretending, don't you?" he asked, with a mischievous smile.
"You know what, I want to meet your mom, let's go for dinner tonight. I feel good at the moment. I don't want to let this day go to waste after-feel this energetic." I said, but at the back of my mind, I remembered how broken I was in the morning when I had to sit under the shower for hours that felt like an eternity. Dylan looked at me, surprised, trying to read my face hoping I wasn't being too hard on myself.
"Trust me! I am okay. We can spend a few more hours here, where you can teach me how to be a Hills girl, and we will rock this dinner with your fam. Deal?" I asked. My tone was high pitched, and people who knew me would know that I use that tone to hide my pain. But all Dylan could say then was, "deal, let's do this!"