Love Knows No Bounds

"I-I'll explain everything tomorrow, Mom," she answered in a hurry and hung up. Dylan was looking annoyed. He had pushed himself to the bed, and she knew he was going to sleep in her room tonight. I have to talk to him about this whole affair.

"I'll help you, Dylan." She put her phone in her pocket and went to help Dylan, but he swatted her hand away. He moved himself to the bed with difficulty and lay on it without even looking at her. He turned his back away, and she asked, "Are you mad at me, Dylan?"

She sat on the edge of the bed, pushing him gently. "Can you tell me why?" Don't get mad for no reason. Kids could cry if they see him like this.

He snapped, "Don't touch me!"

She pursed her lips and pulled her hand away. Kendall looked at him for a moment before getting up. She needed to get a bath. Just a moment later, the sound of running water was heard coming from the bathroom.

Dylan was annoyed. He wanted to sleep, but his hearing was too good, and the sound of running water kept him awake. He was angry at himself. He never wanted to marry her, and this whole marriage was done with the intention of trolling her. Keeping it a secret was a tacit agreement done between them. Even so, he felt annoyed hearing Charlotte complaining about him, and he couldn't help but tell her that they were married. He rolled over and opened his eyes to look at the pillow beside him.

Mr. Miller said I had that dream because Kendall showed up. Fine, I'll stay at… Wait a minute, this is my place. I can sleep wherever I damn please. He took over the whole bed without even feeling the least bit guilty.

Kendall came back out and saw Dylan sleeping in the center of the bed, then she walked over and pushed him. "So which side are you taking? Move it. I need some space."

"What's your width?"

Width? Kendall looked at herself. "Less than one foot eight."

"There's about one foot eight of space here. Should be enough for you."

Kendall put her hands on her hips and glared at Dylan. Dylan squinted. Is she gonna argue with me? No, she was not. Kendall put her hands down and grinned at him. "Dylan, I move a lot when I sleep. I gnash my teeth, I talk in my sleep, and I snore. Sometimes if I dream of a hot guy, I'll pounce on him, strip him naked, and ride him."

Okay?

"Dylan, you're really hot. Just looking at you makes me drool. I bet you'll show up in my dreams. Don't blame me if you wake up naked tomorrow. I always try to sleep with the hotties I dream about. Don't worry. I'll take responsibility."

"You already did," Dylan reminded her.

Kendall chuckled. "Oh yeah. I did."

"Just get in bed." Dylan moved away and gave her more space.

"Are you really going to sleep in the same bed with me, Dylan?"

"What? Scared?"

Kendall snickered. "Why should I? I'm just worried you might run away again. My feelings are hurt, you know. I'm hot and I know that, but you think I'm some sort of perverted monster. That's just insulting." She lay down beside him and dimmed the night light to the lowest setting. Kendall let out an elegant yawn and said happily, "Sweet dreams, me." She turned around and put her hand on Dylan's waist, and she even pinched him lightly. "You're capricious, temperamental, and never say what you really mean, but I still like you. I'm happy I can sleep while holding you in my arms."

Dylan said nothing. He had tensed up for a moment when she held him. Maybe Kendall was used to sleeping in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex, but Dylan was not. He could smell the scent of shampoo coming from her, and her hair would sometimes tickle the nape of his neck, sending electricity down his spine. A long silence later, he called, "Kendall." There was no response. "Kendall?" he called out to her again.

She still did not answer him. He pulled her hand away and rolled over, but she was already asleep. Wow, she adapts faster than I do. He was not used to sleeping in the same bed with someone else, let alone a woman. And she fell asleep while holding me? Dylan felt frustrated. He thought it was unfair.

He pinched her cheeks, and she swatted him away, thinking that he was a fly. He then pinched her nose, and she muttered under her breath before burying her head in his chest, stopping him from pinching her. God, she's even hugging me now? He wanted to push her away, but when he touched her shoulders, he thought she was really soft, and he just could not push her away. A moment of tension later, he eased up and held her in his arms, though he grumbled, "You're getting it tomorrow."

…

Jackson came to the city center's hospital and parked his car in the car park. His clothes were tattered, and he dared not enter the hospital looking like that. He was still waiting for Kelly to send his clothes to him. Where is she? He took his phone out and was about to call her, but someone called him first. He thought he had seen that number before somewhere, so he picked up the call. "Who is it?"