A Complicated Dance

Chapter 6

Um this is the last chapter...sorry

I'm watching Ryan sleep.

I suppose that could be considered creepy. I'm pretty sure he's having a wet dream because, well, he's hard.

I fight a giggle.

Slowly, I slide out of the covers and throw my leg over his waist.

His semi-soft dick gets a hell of a lot harder.

I lean down and kiss him.

He starts kissing back after a few seconds. I know I was right when he starts kissing me hungrily.

I pull away, giggling.

"Have a good dream?" I tease.

Even through the darkness, I can see his cheeks darken.

I lean down and kiss him slowly.

"Who was in the dream?" I murmur.

"You." he mutters, his voice deep with sleep. I feel chills run down my spine. He sounds sexy when he's just woken up.

"And what were we doing?" I whisper, urging him to sit up. He does, and I pull his shirt off and start running my fingers up and down his chest.

"Having sex." He admits.

I smile. "Where?" I ask. "Wait! Let's play a game." I say. "Every time you answer one of my questions, a piece of clothing comes off."

"Of you or of me?" he asks.

"Me." I giggle, kissing him.

"Okay." He agrees, not bothering to hide his excitement.

We did get things pretty heated in the backseat of my mustang, but he never saw my chest, or any other part of my skin. His hands were in my shorts and up my shirt, but he didn't actually see. I did see his dick though.

"I ask the questions." I say. He nods. "Where were we?"

"In the shower." He admits.

I pull my shirt off and he licks his lips.

"Were we both naked?"

"Yes." He mumbles.

I know he was hoping I would take off my bra, but I take off my shorts instead.

He looks so excited.

"Was I moaning?" I whisper.

His eyes are huge. "Yes." He whispers.

I slide my panties off and toss them over my shoulder.

He looks desperate now.

"Do you want to recreate your dream?" I whisper. He nods rapidly, and shoots forward and unclasps my bra and throws it across the room, knocking a lamp over. He scoops me up, locks the door, and practically runs to the shower.

****

He seriously won't stop staring at me.

It's been days since we had sex and he still won't stop. I don't know why, but he told me that I'm amazing at sex. I don't know why he keeps staring. It's Christmas and everyone is snacking, and the doorbell rings. I sigh and walk over to the door and pull it open, expecting Ian.

Only it's not Ian.

He smiles.

"Oh my god!" I shoot forward, right into his arms.

He holds me tight.

"Kelsey." He grins, setting me down. I step out of the way and pull him inside.

"Who are you?" Ryan asks.

"Guys, meet Aj, Aj, meet my family. Mom, Dad, Marissa, Mrs. Kennedy, Mr. Kenndey, Taylor, Chase, Mr. Scott, Mrs. Scott, Ryan, and Dylan."

Aj looks at me.

"So you're the famous Ryan!" he shakes his hand, excited. "Wow Kelsey, I'm so proud of you for finally getting your head out of your ass."

I grin.

He greets everyone.

"I'm hungry." He looks right at me.

"Go raid the kitchen." I say.

He walks out of the room.

"He's cute!" Marissa whispers.

"Hey!" Chase says.

"What? I chose, you didn't I? He's too old for me anyways."

Aj walks back in with hot chocolate and a sandwich a few minutes later.

"Aunt Sharon died." He says.

The smile drops off of my face.

"I'm sorry, Aj."

"Just two days ago. We had her funeral yesterday. It was a fast thing." He shrugs. "He was ninety four. I guess it was about time."

"Don't say that!" I say. "Just be happy that she's in a better place. She isn't sick anymore."

"I guess so." He says.

****

I'm jumpy and scared and I'm not saying much today, New Year's Day.

I'm pregnant.

It's actually a minute and twenty seconds to midnight.

Everyone is suspicious.

I tune them out until they start counting down.

Ryan kisses me the second it hits midnight, and then whispers,

"Marry me."

I jerk back, shocked at what he's saying. He look so serious, and even though we haven't been dating for the longest time, I know I want to marry him.

"Yes." I whisper.