♡DYLAN♡
My room was exactly what Moana would've expected if she'd ever thought about it…which she probably hadn't.
Dark blue walls. A king-sized bed with black sheets. Basketball trophies lined up on shelves. A desk covered in textbooks I have never looked at. Everything neat and organized in a way that felt very me.
I kicked the door shut behind us and carried her to the bed, laying her down carefully on top of the covers.
She watched through half-closed eyes as I knelt down and reached for her feet.
My hands were warm as I unbuckled the first heel. I slid it off gently. Then the second one.
"That girl at the ice cream parlor," Moana said, her words slurred but clear enough. "Did you..."
My hands stilled on her ankle. I looked up at her.
"Why are you suddenly bringing that up?"
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