"You look worn out." Donna suggested once Kelly arrived home after work, "Was work that bad?"
Kelly joined her on the couch, took off her shoes and put her feet up on the coffee table. "Work was fine... Everything else was, well, a bit of a roller coaster."
"What's wrong?" Donna looked concerned
"I.. uh" Kelly groaned, "I'm just gonna come out and say it. I broke up with Matt."
"What?!" Donna gasped, "What? How? ..Why?" Donna stumbled with confusion
"I had to. I couldn't do it anymore. Everything is so up in the air... I'm tired of battling the thoughts in my head. I was tired of feeling torn..."
"Torn?" She asked, "Don't tell me this is about Dylan..."
"Well..." Kelly shrugged
"Oh, Kelly!" Donna rolled her eyes
"I know!" Kelly groaned, "I know what you're gonna say. But as long as I'm still in love with him, it won't work out with anyone else."
"Well, at least you're finally admitting things that need to be said.." Donna sighed
"This could be the best thing for me... Or my biggest regret." Kelly looked at Donna, longing for peace.
"Okay, look..." Donna said sternly, facing her, "Be real here, okay? Did you break up with Matt because you know who was messing with your head or do you really want a future with Dylan?"
"No I broke up with Matt because we weren't where we should be. We love each other but we don't have what you and David have. That real, true love. As for Dylan, you know exactly how I feel about him, it's how I've always felt... As for a future... I'd love to try but-"
"-But what?" Donna asked
"Dylan... fights for me hard. When he doesn't have me, or worse, when I'm with someone else. He makes me believe that soul mates exist and brings the kind of passion in my life that could last a lifetime. Until he gets me. Then when things get deep, he pushes me away."
"Yeah, but you know Dylan gets scared of how deep he connects to you, he's never felt that strongly for anyone before. Might I add, you have that same fear, the fear of loss."
"Yeah, but Donna I never push him away, I hold on for dear life. He does the opposite."
"Kelly... The bottom line is, you're never going to know for sure unless you dive in. David and I have had our ups and downs, and on and off moments. But you gotta earn that kind of happiness. So you can choose to hold back in fear, live a mediocre life and probably be just fine... or you jump in with both feet, take the risk and... have everything you've always wanted."
"But how will I know for sure that he won't push me away when things get tough?" Kelly persisted
"Trust and faith are a choice, Kel." Donna assured
"Hi!" Dylan grinned as he opened the door to find Kelly on the other side of it.
"Hey..." She replied, walking in.
"You alright?" He asked, as she stood in the hallway.
"I... broke off my engagement." She said anxiously.
Dylan paused, unable to contain a smirk, "I can't believe it." He chuckled, beginning to head towards her, "Come here." He let out a whisper, as his arm reached out and slipped onto the small of her back.
"No." She pulled his arm off, and took a step back. "Here's the thing. It's all or nothing."
"What are you saying?" He chuckled in bewilderment.
"This is our last chance. Me and you. A real commitment. No more screwing this up. I chose you. It's all or nothing."
"A real commitment..." He repeated
"Yes." She said firmly
"Okay..." He shrugged
"Okay?" She crinkled her forehead, "That's it?" She scoffed, "Seriously just when I think you're ready and matured you turn around and-"
"Go on a date with me." He cut her off.
"-Do that..." She finished her sentence and stared at him. "What? What date?"
"Donna and David's wedding for a start." He sighed
"I'm the maid of honor." She placed her hands on her hips
"Every maid needs a groomsman." He smirked. She rolled her eyes, trying to conceal a smile.
"Okay." She finally accepted
"That's it?" He replied, "Just when I think you've matured-" he joked
"Okay, shut up!" She teased and he began to grin. Pulling her close, catching her off guard, he planted multiple kisses on her lips until she returned the kiss and deepened it.
His hands began to trail up alongside her waist, till they reached inside her t shirt. His thumbs caressed the sides of her bra, attempting to lead her to his favorite room. She stopped in her tracks and finally pulled his hands away.
"Dylan, I wanna do this right." She whispered
"Oh, we will." He smirked, leaning in to kiss her again, tugging on the waistband of her jeans.
"No... I don't wanna do what we always do, get caught up in the passion and have sex. I wanna take it slow. I want to... be sure."
"Kelly... we're not kids anymore. We've waited for a long time. I am sure." He assured
"Maybe so, but I need to do this. For me." She tried to remain firm.
"Fine." He nodded, "But for the record, Kel. It's never just sex. Not with you."
Kelly and Dylan ordered Chinese and rested on his couch. It felt comforting. It was the first, official couple moment. She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling safe as his arm wrapped around her, stroking her hair. She wanted him so bad, but she wanted to do things differently. She needed to see that he wouldn't get caught up and then respond by freaking out over the intensity. She needed to be sure.
She was surprised how well he was taking it. No pressure. They watched tv and enjoyed making the most of the little things, as they always did. Making a little take-out dinner, a full-fledged fun experience. She could see them chilling like this, feeling domesticated and homey, forever. And as happy and relieved as she was to finally be in Dylan's arms, knowing the breaking things off with Matt was the right choice, and knowing that her heart truly belonged to the man holding her right now, she still felt doubtful. She couldn't shake off that heart-wrenching feeling that he couldn't fully commit. She knew he wanted to, but could he?
Dylan woke up, they hadn't realised they had fallen asleep on the couch. He watched her sleep as her head rested on his chest. It felt good to him. Not only did he have her back, but he could definitely see himself waking up to her everyday. It was a peaceful moment that brought him great comfort.
Trying to get up, without waking her was impossible. Her eyes fluttered open.
"Morning camper!" He whispered
"Hey." She smiled sweetly at him, sitting upright now.
"Hungry?" He asked, and she nodded.
"I gotta take a shower." She yawned
"I can give you a clean t shirt, if you like?" He offered, turning straight to a bag of clean laundry on the chair. Bursting it open he pulled out a white tee shirt and a pair of boxers. She chuckled, wondering how long that laundry has been waiting to be put away.
As she headed to the bathroom, he decided to make breakfast.
She got out of the shower, and stood there as she watched him make eggs. He looked so sexy in nothing but a pair of black sweatpants. Not to mention shirtless. Shirtless, she thought. This no sex pact was going to be tough.
He turned around, and swallowed a gulp. She stood before him, wet hair, his plain white, oversized tee shirt that had damp patches making it just visible enough to drive him wild. This no sex pact she wants is going to be tougher than I thought. Dylan cleared his throat, But I gotta do it for her.