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Chapter 15

I entered our dorm and my whole body was shivering madly. I sat beside Ryan. He looked at me and his expressions changed. "holyshit!! Faith! Your lips are literally blue right now. You need to warm yourself." He shouted at me. I shrugged. "I'm too lazy to bring a blanket right now."

I said trying to act all strong. He shook his head in disappointment and took me in his arms, sat me in his lap. I was taken aback at his reaction not that I didn't like it. "hug me tight, I'm still burning, it might help you." He said still worried. I liked that idea very much.

I hugged him tightly and rested my head on his shoulder. He pushed me gently for a second and took his shirt off. I was caught in his amazing shirtless body. His voice interrupted my imagination. "Now hug me again. Tightly." He commanded.

I did as he said. I was feeling so happy to be back in his arms. It felt a little different, something I had never felt before. I traced his scar with my nose. I felt him getting excited downstairs. I was just as much turned on by the intimacy of the moment. My hands were messing his always messed up hair.

I looked at his face and he looked in my soul with those piercing blue eyes. He touched my lips and wetted his. "your lips are still blue...I can help you warm them up." He said it nervously. I hadn't seen him this nervous before. "how?" I asked a little too confused.

His grip tightened on my waist as if he feared I would run away. I put my hands on his neck and traced his scar with my thumb. "by pressing mine on yours..." he said nervously. He was still looking in my eyes. I was shocked in a good way. I hadn't expected this at this moment.

To my utter bad luck, he misread my expressions. "it won't count as a k-kiss..." he said sadly. At his statement, I was so sad, I wanted to cry. But I was at least getting to touch his lips with mine.

Why is he looking at me like that? Oh yeah! He need an answer.

I knew if I tried speaking, my bloody voice would betray me so I leaned closer to him. His breathing became unstable. He looked in my eyes. I was staring back, and then I closed my eyes. After a second, I felt his soft lips on mine.

I didn't expect it to be this wonderful. His lips were so warm. My hands froze on his neck. His lips brushed mine once. I felt his gaze on me as if he was studying my reaction. I didn't open my eyes. His lips pressed against mine again, with a little more force.

He sucked on my bottom lip. I was fighting the urge to kiss him back, but It seemed like I was going to lose. My hands tangled his hair.nHe was still playing with my lips. I realized I had stop breathing and he was also going out of breath.

He slid to my neck and automatically I was pulling him closer. I gulped a moan that was going to escape from my mouth. He kissed my neck and collarbone once and then stopped. I opened my eyes and found him staring at me.

I didn't know how to tell him how I felt. He looked nervous. A lot. I hugged him and traced his scar with my nose. He sighed loudly and maybe peacefully?

We sat like that till five in the evening. Randomly we would whisper things to each other. "You should come drop me to my home. It'll be great." He said with enthusiasm. "Why?" I asked teasingly.

"Just think, what if some random girl tried to kidnap me. Its unsafe to travel for guys, you know." He said fake-worriedly. I laughed even though the thought of meeting his family made me feel nervous. To my disappointment, we weren't a thing.

I entered my bedroom and was really confused. I didn't have any idea what to wear. I haven't been to a guy's home before. I wore a white sleeveless top which exposed my stomach a little with blue jeans. I threw a nude pink shrug which was really thick and long. It touched my ankles. I took my black leather bag, big enough to fit my phone and wallet.

I went downstairs and saw Ryan in a dark green hoodie with grey denim jeans. He had black leather jacket on his shoulder. He bent down to hold his bag and I noticed how tasty he looked when he bent down.

I shook my head to clear my mind. It was inappropriate. "are you okay?" he asked me and I nodded. He ordered a cab and we both sat, side by side. Our shoulders brushing each other's. "You look...nervous?" he asked a little hurt.

I smiled at his face because he might be thinking that the effect he has on me had drained off. "yeah... a little, by the fact that I'm meeting your family. I'm nervous because I don't know, what if they don't like me." I finished trying to convince him.

He grabbed my hand and was tracing my knuckles with his fingers. "don't worry, Faith. They are chill." He looked confident. After the longest drive of my life, we reached his home. It was big and decent looking.

Three cars were parked outside. The one which looked oldest was white, and the newest one was black. The third car was grey. He lead the way and stood in front of his main gate. "don't you have keys?" I asked. "I have." He didn't elaborate. "they'll think I'm an un-invited guest." I said awkwardly. He laughed out loud at me.

He rang the bell. After a couple of minutes, the door opened and a middle aged woman stood the other side. She had almost blonde hair with a little grey. She was beautiful with green eyes. She smiled tenderly at us.

She hugged him tightly and to my surprise, hugged me the same way. I felt gratitude. I considered she was- "Aunt Merlia...I missed you." Ryan said lovingly. "don't bother lying. Ryan." She said teasingly and glanced at me once.

My cheeks turned red and I had the feeling Ryan was blushing too. "I'm Merlia Kevinson, Ryan's aunt." She told me politely. "and I'm Faith Solace." I said a little awkwardly.

She nodded. "we've heard a lot about you." She said and Ryan glared at her. I laughed. I entered his house. It was simple yet elegant. There was a dining room and open kitchen with it. In the right corner I saw stairs. I saw an early fifties aged man cooking something. He was handsome looking, I got the idea that he must be Ryan's father. Ryan looked exactly like his father, apart from his eyes. His father had hazel eyes.

Two guys were setting plates on the dining table. The older guy who looked in his early twenties had short hair same colour as Merlia. He was good looking but not as good as Ryan. He must be Niall. His eyes were hazel as well.

The other guy had messy hair like Ryan but blonde and looked good as well with same hazel eyes. He must be Bryan. I was dying to see a picture of Ryan's mother. All the Morgans were exceptionally good looking.

Hope came down stairs. "Faith! Long time." She said cheerfully and hugged me. I hugged her back. "you've met her before?" Ryan's father asked Hope. She nodded proudly. "we rightly accuse you for favouring." He said to Ryan.

He laughed. "she herself met her, I didn't plan." He told everyone. I was feeling good here already. "Morgans, meet Faith Solace, my best friend. And Faith, meet my dad-" he waved his hand towards his father who smiled politely. "-Niall, my older brother-" he waved his hand at Niall. -"my annoying little brother, Bryan." He pointed towards Bryan who winked at me.