(Mature Content)
The ride home was quiet. I knew Dylan was planning something in his head but that didn't mean it had to be so awkwardly quiet in the car. The chauffeur would ask if we wanted to get a drink if we passed a*****e but I always politely declined since Dylan was in his own world.
When we arrived home, the chauffeur helped me and Dylan out of the car. I thanked him and walked to the front door, not really acknowledging Dylan's presence. When Dylan entered the house after telling the chauffeur that he could go home, he quickly grabbed me by the waist and pulled me to his chest, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He began to leave kisses along my neck and shoulder.
"Dylan," I said with a stern voice and pulled away from him. "Stop it."
He smirked and kissed just below
