Sinfully Spellbound
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Chapter Nine
Allie
While I didn’t recognize my surroundings when I woke up, the heat from Dylan’s body and the faint scent of his cologne mixed with sex were oddly comforting. The realization that I didn’t want to leave his bed was more than a little scary. This was a one-night stand, despite Dylan’s talk about having lunch when we woke up—something he’d probably regret suggesting. Even if he didn’t, that would be a very bad idea. I didn’t want to get too attached to Dylan because I didn’t want to get hurt. Despite how good the sex had been, I had a moment of regret. I’d had a lot of fun with him, and there was this part of me that wished I could keep him as a friend like Trevor. Then we could just hang out and have fun, but you couldn’t have that with someone you’d had mind-blowing sex with. There was no way I could be around Dylan without thinking about having him inside of me. No, the desire to have Dylan would always be there.
Too late for second thoughts. Now, I just needed to minimize the damage by getting myself out of Dylan’s house while he was still sleeping. As I slid out from under his arm, Dylan stirred and mumbled something incoherent. Holding perfectly still, I waited until I was certain he was sleeping before sliding off the bed. I looked around for my clothing before remembering it was still downstairs with my purse. Quietly walking downstairs, I saw my clothes in a pile by the front door, which is when I remembered my panties were in the drawer of Dylan’s bedside table. I was seriously considering going back into the room to get them, but that would make it more likely Dylan would notice me leaving, possibly leading to a very uncomfortable conversation.
Deciding to abandon the panties, I slipped on my dress and left my shoes off so they wouldn’t make any noise on the tiles at his front entrance. Yes, I knew I was a coward for refusing to face Dylan and tell him I was leaving, but I was pretty sure he’d appreciate this in the morning when he didn’t have to admit he wasn’t really interested in having lunch with me.
Holding my breath, I hoped Dylan had forgotten to set the security spell on the front door when we arrived. He’d been busy with other things, and I hadn’t noticed him doing it, but I’d been distracted myself. I unlocked both locks and turned the knob. Opening the door a crack, I waited for something to happen. When there were no ear-piercing sirens, and Dylan didn’t race down the stairs, I released the breath I’d been holding, locked the bottom lock, and headed out the front door.