I Need A Map, Sir

Chapter 4

I awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs being cooked and wrinkled my nose in disgust. I hate bacon. I opened my eyes and stretched out taking in the still lingering sent of Ryan that was disturbed by my movement. I smiled to myself as I remembered how kind Ryan had been to me yesterday. He brought me home, ran me a bath then left me some clothes and slept on the sofa! Although it may just be a small gesture that means little to other girls it made my heart warm. 

I got up out of the bed and made my way to the door opening it and making my way to the kitchen. I walked down the hall and through the living room then though the open door to the kitchen. 

"Morning." I greeted as I sat down on one of the stools at his breakfast counter. He jumped slightly and peered over his shoulder. 

"I didn't wake you did I?" He asked before returning his concentration to his cooking. He seemed slightly sad today which made me frown my happy glow leaving me. 

"No." I answered bluntly.  

"Are you hungry?" 

"No." I repeated once more. "I'll just go get dressed." Annoyed, I slammed my hands down on the marble counter creating a slapping noise before getting up and walking away. I went into the bathroom and quickly used the toilet before grabbing my clothes from the floor. Fully dressed I made my way to the front door of the flat. I left without announcing it, too pissed off at Ryan's cold reaction with me. I hadn't done anything wrong! I slammed my fist against the wall in frustration the pain instantly vibrating through my knuckle. "Shit." I cursed as I left a spot of my blood on the wall which alerted to me to how hard I had punched the wall. I walked quickly home my anger fueling me. 

I put my keys in their usual place as I shut my apartment door behind me. I had managed to walk off my anger and now regretted punching the wall as my hand throbbed uncomfortably. It was swollen and a deep blue purple colour. I sighed. Why must I always over react? I took off my clothes and changed into some clean pants and an oversized t-shirt. I don't need to wear a bra and trousers in my own home. I shoved my mass of hair up into a messy bun before I grabbed a book and settled down on my sofa.

There were two swift knocks on my door pulling me out of my book, Alice In Wonderland, which I was reading for about the hundredth time. I looked at the clock, wow, I'd been reading for hours! It was now six o'clock! 

"Come in!" I called. "Its open!" I twisted so that I could peer over the back of the sofa. The door opened and Ryan stepped in. "Oh." He shut the door behind him. "Why are you here?" I asked him as I folded the edge of the page I was on and placed it on the coffee table.  

"You just left." Ryan seemed both confused and upset as his forehead wrinkled.  

"Yeah, about seven hours ago."  

"Why?" He came over and joined me on the sofa. His eyes instantly took in my current lack of dress as I sat cross legged. I suddenly wished that I'd put a bra on. His eyes finished looking and met my eyes again. 

"You were being cold with me." I mumbled as I looked down to my toes admiring the mint colour I had painted them. 

"I'm sorry." He apologized. I looked up and met his eyes begging him to carry on and explain. "I just... When Carter did what he did it made me angry and... and jealous." His words made my stomach fill with butterflies. "I shouldn't feel this way about you Sofia. I've not even known you for a week!" He clutched a hand of hair in despair. I shuffled closer to him and put my hand on his pulling it from his hair. He watched our hands before he entwined our fingers together and I didn't stop him. "What happened to your hand?" He asked concerned, taking in the injury. 

"I punched a wall." I told him as I still thought about what he had just admitted. He liked me. "How do you feel?" I questioned him my voice quiet. We both looked up at the same time our faces were so close. The distance was almost painful. I could feel his warm breath on my face. At the same time we moved together, closing the gap and meeting each others lips. His were so smooth and so soft. They fit perfectly to mine and wasn't uncomfortable like my last kiss, which was my first kiss, with Carter. I shoved the thought to the back of my mind, this should have been my first kiss. A kiss so sweet with someone I barely knew. I knew he was my teacher, well not technically MY teacher, technically my teacher is Mr Frank. Anyway, Ryan is a teacher, he's a great teacher but that side of him seems to be rather fake and not so Ryan, he races illegally, oh, and he's insanely hot, irritably so. His large hands reached out for me grabbing onto my hips lightly at the same time I reached out and wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my hands into his messy mahogany hair. He groaned against my mouth a sign that he liked my hands in his hair. He nibbled at my bottom lip asking for entrance into my mouth so I allowed him entrance. We explored each others mouth, both battling for control. The kiss depended even further then it just stopped. We pulled away but rested our foreheads on one another both of us slightly out of breath.