MC INTRODUCTION TIME!!

I wonder who this could be

Story Summary: Dylan arrives ahead of production to a new filming location to get a break from L.A. It’s a small town in eastern Canada that’s remote and serene. While he’s enjoying the touch of anonymity that comes with filming in a rural town where most people couldn’t care less who he was, he meets Amelia.

Pairing: Dylan x OFC

Warnings: eventual smut, RPF, slight angst, general naughtiness

Authors Note: I love you guys! I'm sorry for the wait. It's been a hell of a time around here, but I've got something for you. Whether or not you'll like it, that's a whole other thing ;)

Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15 / Chapter 16 / Chapter 17 / Chapter 18 / Chapter 19

Chapter 13: After the Afterglow (Dylan POV)

Dylan was lying flat on his back and tucked Amelia under his arm so she could rest her head on his shoulder and lay her hand on his pec.

Amelia traced her fingers in small circles through the hair on his chest.

Dylan’s palm was resting gently in her hair, his fingers twirling it every so often as they laid there together staring up at the ceiling. He was feeling content and relaxed, but looking down at her quietly resting with her cheek warm against his skin, he couldn’t help but be curious how she was feeling. He drew in a short little breath before he spoke.

“So…you, ya know...uh,” he paused, tracing her knuckles with the pads of his finger, “finished...right?”

She tipped her chin up and met his gaze before she smirked at him holding up two fingers.

“Twice?” His brows shot up.

“Mhm.”

“Huh.” Dylan felt his ego swell a little bit. It wasn’t that he doubted his ability to satisfy his partners, in fact, it was a point of pride for him to please. But the anticipation, the nerves—the way this girl had him feeling a bit like a teenager before his first time—he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t worried he might not live up to the high standards he held himself to for her.

“I mean...you couldn’t tell?” she asked, sitting up a bit and looking down at him with her hand flat on his chest.

He felt a few goosebumps lift the hair on his arms. “Well…” he said, wetting his lips. “Once, I was pretty sure about...but twice?” He pressed his lips together in a surprised little frown. “Not too shabby.”

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