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Chapter 23

I took a shower right away and wore a pyjama shorts with a t-shirt. I went to kitchen to drink water and came back to Ryan's room. He was sitting in the bed, shirtless with wet hair, he looked so good.

I sat in front of him, facing him. He looked at me, took an almost dry strand of hair playfully. "I'm so happy." He said peacefully.

He's so cute! I thought.

I shifted and sat in his lap, my legs either side of his waist. He pulled me as close as possible. "I had so much fun today." I said. My hands on his neck, tracing his scar. He inhaled in my neck deeply.

I really liked when he did that. I slid my hands to his broad shoulders, then his strong arms. His skin felt warm under my cold hands.

I slid back to his shoulders, then his chest. I could feel his heart beating faster than usual. I sensed his gaze on me. I touched his hard stomach, his breathing was unstable and he was turned on. I slid back to his neck and met his gaze. He was intensely gazing. His parted lips looked so warm. I kissed him. He responded quickly, he kissed me back. My fingers digging in his hair, pulling him closer. He pulled me closer by my waist. I was sucking his lower lip.

His hands were moving on my waist to my ass. He tried parting my lips, I gave him the excess and his tongue slid in. I felt a pleasure at the warm sensation. He explored every bit of my mouth with passion.

He was the best kisser even though I've only ever kissed him. We were going out of breath, we broke apart and looked at each other. He sighed loudly. "you force me to do things that I would have never done before." He said.

His dried hair fell in his eyes, I brushed them away. "like what? Elaborate." I said even though I knew what was he talking about. "sitting like this-" he tightened his grip on my waist. "-wanting to kiss you every freaking moment-" he pecked me on lips as he said that.

"-finding ways to touch you-" he traced my arm. "-going crazy over your scent." He finished and inhaled deeply in my neck. He sighed peacefully. I was staring at him tenderly and he blushed.

He looked so angelic. "you look so cute when you blush." I told him. His expressions turned confused. "Really? You like it? Girls usually don't like shy guys." He asked me. I laughed. "yes, girls do like outgoing guys but I don't know. I think I have a thing for shyness." I told him, he gave me a dazzling smile. "and what else you have a thing for?" he asked me, one eyebrow raised. He looked hot.

"um... I have a thing for messy hair, good singers maybe, blue eyes, and scars." I said. He pushed me on the bed and laid on top of me, the way he always does. "you know exactly how to make me happy." He said cheerfully.

"I know, I'm the best." I said jokingly. "Yes, you are." He agreed and I laughed. After about an hour of talking about each other and just random stuff, he fell asleep.

I was completely satisfied with my life. There was nothing bugging me, or worrying me. I fell asleep somewhere in those peaceful thoughts.

When I woke up next morning, the first thing I heard was heartbeat, Ryan's heartbeat. I looked at his face, he was sleeping soundly. I brushed his hair once, then kissed him. He didn't move.

I kissed him again a little hard, he kissed me back. "that's how you're gonna awake me from now on?" he asked sleepily. "if you want plus I won't have to waste my energy whispering." I said, he laughed.

After freshening up, I wore a loose hoodie and jeans. I went downstairs, ate breakfast with Ryan. "do you sketch?" Ryan asked me out of nowhere. "um...yeah, I can sketch okay." I said.

I must have mentioned sketches before. "let's sketch today." He suggested. "you know how to sketch?" I asked surprised. "no, no, I can't. But I'll see you sketch something." He said shyly.

I took all my sketches, pencil, new parchment and headed to Ryan's room. He took all my sketches, and was studying them. He saw the first one. A girl standing alone on the window looking at the moon.

"what is the concept behind it?" he asked curiously. "can you guess?" I asked him. "I think...a girl frustrated with her life, done with her problems looking at the moon, her only source of hope?" He said.

How?? I thought.

He had guessed right. "yeah...you guessed right. No one has ever been able to do that, most of the people think I just draw randomly." I said quietly. He hugged me tightly once, smiled at me. "Who do you consider as moon of your life? I have this feeling it's not just moon." He asked.

I smiled. "its Monty, he was and is there for me, knowingly and unknowingly, no matter what. And his eyes are so deep, they remind of Moon." I told him. He squeezed my hand. "yeah, he's a nice guy." He agreed. I liked the fact that he didn't get any jealous.

He picked up an other sketch, it was a girl sitting close to a wall alone, her only companion is her shadow which is hugging her. He looked at me, his expression asking me a sad sketch again? I shrugged.

I was sketching quietly then and he was just looking at me. If someone else would be staring at me, I would have felt self conscious but the way Ryan did, it made me feel appreciated.

We ordered lasagne from nearby hotel. It tasted okay. We were both sitting face to face. He leaned in and kissed my neck. I shivered. He blushed and pulled me in his lap, put my hair on one shoulder.

Kissed me again, and I shivered. "let me check something." He said to me thoughtfully. He slid his hand on my waist and traced it all the way to my stomach.

I shivered at his warm touch. "I really like when you shiver at my touch. Why does it happen?" He asked me curiously. "I don't know even though your touches are warm."

I said factly. He was deep in thoughts. I took the opportunity and kissed his neck, on his scar. He stiffened and then moaned. "I've always wanted to do that." I said happily. "why do you like it so much?" he asked me politely. "when I first saw you, I thought you're perfect, and my belief is that anything that looks perfect is fake. And then I saw your scar. My first thought was 'magnificent'. I'm just obsessed with it." I said truly.

He kissed me. "and still you suggested me to go after Rosie." He said. I laughed at his crossed tone. "who doesn't prefer perfect?" I asked him. "I doesn't. I prefer the best." He said confidently. "I'm not the best out there, I'm still confused why would you like me." I said.

"why do you think like that? You don't know what I feel and think of you, you don't know what every guy think of you." He said really pissed. "and we will talk about it later, we should sleep." I said trying to dismiss the conversation even though I liked when he appreciated me.

He sighed loudly to show his annoyance. I said 'please' with my expression. We laid down in our usual position. He kissed me twice, interlaced our fingers, head on my chest. And we fell asleep peacefully and soundly.