The next morning, with only a blanket wrapped our entangled bodies, I can feel Dillon's arms still around me. I'm afraid to move, scared that the spell will be broken once he realizes what happened. My fears are set to ease when he drops a soft kiss on my hair.
"Morning, Lu."
"Good morning," I whisper back, embarrassed.
"It certainly is," he replies huskily, capturing my lips with his.
He moans into my mouth as I roll over on top of him, our hips bumping against each other. Suddenly, he pulls away, holding my face in his hands. His green eyes stare back at me, masked with something other than the lust that had consumed him last night. I start to kiss him again, but he turns his head.
"I don't want to," he admits finally.
"Oh."
"It's not that. Last night was amazing, Lu."
"But I'm your friend."
"It's not that. I was hurt last night and you were there for me. I took advantage of that. I just don't want to hurt you because Georgie hurt me."
"You're not, I wanted to be with you. I've wanted to be with you."
He smiles and brushes a stray hair from my eyes with his thumb. "Me too. And if we want this to continue and have any real chance of making it, we need to slow down. I need to know that this is about you and me and not about the pain."
I nod, touched at his confession. "Then, we'll wait."
"I promise, it will be worth the wait," he tells me, pressing his lips to mine. "I'd like to take you on a date. A real date with dinner and dancing, real old Hollywood."
"Yeah?" I ask, cocking my head to the side with a raised eyebrow. "There's nothing I'd love more."
"Then, tonight it is?"
"Tonight," I whisper as I lean down to kiss him again.