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This continues from the last chapter (:

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I owned Dylan I sadly don't

Previously:

My thoughts halted again as Dylan walked back into the hotel room wrapped in a towel after showering, his hair still wet. He was defiantly not helping things.

As much as I hate to admit it I could not stop ogling at Dylan. His tan skin stretched over his very obvious abs muscles and over his large but not overly large biceps. His damp hair fell slightly over his eyes before he pushed it out of the way his signature smirk playing on his face.

"See something you like, sweetheart?" Dylan asked his smirk growing wider. I felt head flood my cheeks and turned my head to look at the window hoping he didn't see the blush that would surely give away what I was truly thinking.

"Dylan, get over yourself", I said deciding that this was the safest answer possible. I heard him chuckle behind me. I tried to collect my thoughts. Why was he having such an effect on me? He was just another guy of the flock. I don't think of any of the other guys of the flock like this. Well except Fang.

I groaned. Why did I have to bring him up once again?

"You ok over there?" Dylan asked from across the room. I turned to see him pulling on a dark navy shirt. Darn.

"I guess. Why do you care anyway?" my confusion making my temper flare. I could hear him as he walked over to me before sitting down next to me. I felt him put his arm around me and was torn between sighing in content and shrugging away.

"I care because I care about you Max. I know that nine times out of ten I annoy you and get in your way but I only do that because I care. I want you to know that. I will always be here for you I promise I'm not going anywhere", he said inching his body closer to me with each sentence until our thighs were pressed together and I could smell the soap off of his skin.

He waited patiently as I thought everything over in my head. His last statement hit me the hardest. Did he truly mean he wasn't going anywhere and was that a good or a bad thing? I mean it's always good to know that someone is there for you but did I really want that person to be him?

For the longest time Fang was that person for me. No matter what I knew he would always be there. Or so I thought. Maybe Dylan was what I needed to get over Fang. He was different enough that everything he did didn't remind me of Fang. Which was always a good thing, right?

I knew for one thing was that no matter what I tried, Dylan wasn't going to go anywhere. Whether this was because the people who created him made it so he couldn't function without me or something crazy that like, or whether he stayed because he really wanted to be there for me, I didn't know in that moment. Part of me was leaning towards the later statement because I didn't want to give in to thinking that Dylan was all robot and not some person. Or all person once again I really couldn't tell. It seems as if the more I cared about a person the more my true judgment of them is clouded.

After the several minutes of silence, while I milled it all over in my head, I decided to keep it simple.

"Thank you", I said to the hands of my lap not wanting to see his expression whatever it might be.

"Of course, anything for you", he said squeezing my shoulder once again and I looked up to see his dazzling smile in place once again. He continued looking at me as if I had just professed my love for him in front of the whole world. Maybe it was the fact that 'thank you' wasn't one of the frequently used words in my vocabulary. Maybe it was the fact that I was talking to him without screaming at him or telling him that I hate him. Once again I wasn't sure. Something about him made me so unsure about everything in my life. He was something new and claimed to be something solid in my crazy ever changing life.

I pulled my gaze away from his beautiful eyes realizing that we had been looking at each other for an abnormally long time. I also pulled from his grip and scooted further away deciding it was his close presence that was making me so dang confused. I glanced over to see a look of hurt and confusion cross his face before he put up his mask of indifference.

Feeling bad I reached for his hand deciding it was a nice happy medium. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his lips trying not to curve into a smile and before I knew it I was laughing and Dylan soon joined in.

I'm not sure how long we continued to laugh at absolutely nothing but I found myself clutching my sides on my back trying to catch my breath next to Dylan. I turned towards him to find his head only inches away. I turned my head quickly back not wanting to be stuck in that situation. He lightly chuckled before grabbing for my hand.

"You know, I could get used to this," he said. And I found myself silently agreeing.