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Chapter 19; Ready or Wrong

Listen to "My Kind of Love" while reading this chapter. Enjoy!

Once in the house, Ryan and I sat on the couch (as usual). He held my head close to him as I cried my eyes out.

He stroked my brown hair as he whispered, "Tell me everything." And I did just that. I told him everything that happened to me that day. Everything from the email to the video to how Mr. Bookings tried to rape me. And as I did that, he listened. He listened to every detail with care and compassion. Every time I started to cry harder, he would pull me closer to him. I felt comforted being close to him and it mad me want him even more.

"I...I'm so sorry," he started. "I wish I hadn't left you. I should've been there for you!" I could hear the anger in his voice. "He needs to been locked up. We need to call the police." He let go of me as he got up and walked towards his jacket on the cost rack.

"No!" I yelled. He stopped and looked at me. "No, we can't. I can't. It would be too much...and it would take away time from me finding my dad. Not to mention how much trouble I'd to get into for going up there in the first place." Ryan walked back towards me.

"What he did...was unacceptable. I refuse to let him get away with doing this to my..." He looked into my eyes and I looked into his. I could see the look of both sympathy and anger in face.

He sighed. "Alright. But when this is all over I swear that I'm-"

I laughed. "Oh shut up and kiss me." Ryan laughed before leaning in to kiss me again. This is what I had been craving for over the past few days.This kiss. This moment with Ryan. We stood there with me pushed against the wall and with him balancing his weight between me and the wall.

Ryan pulled away and smiled that gorgeous smile of his. "I have a surprise for you."

"What?" I asked. He grabbed my arm and started pulling me upstairs. I was confused about what he was doing but I had an idea.

"What are you doing?" He didn't answer my question. Instead he just laughed.

"You'll see." He walked me towards my bedroom and walked in smiling sneakily. I had a very good idea of what this "surprise" was.

"I thought you would have found it yesterday but since you didn't..." He walked towards my closet and grabbed a box off the shelf. I guess this wasn't exactly what I expected. It was a small black box with a note attached that said, "From Ryan."

"Here," he said. He smirked as I opened the box revealing a gold bangle with small white diamonds. On one side of the bracelet, the words "my love" were encrusted. It was beautiful.

"Ryan..I don't know what to say. How did you get this in here...and why-"

He laughed. "I do know about the spare key under the flower pot outside. I came in yesterday before you got home. I thought you would have found it already, but I figured since you hadn't called I figured you didn't find it. Do you like it?"

"I love it! Thank you!" I sat the bracelet on the dresser and hugged him. When we pulled away from each other. We stood there in complete silence just staring into each other's eyes again. Then, we were pulled back together by our lips. Emotions filled the room. Ryan held me close to him and we fell on top of my bed, our lips still pressed together. Ryan let go of me so that he could take off his shirt then he continued kissing me. I took off my dress shirt leaving me in my tank top.

Ryan rolled over on top of me. At this point, I wasn't sure if either us knew what we were doing. I wasn't sure if I even really wanted this. He probably wasn't sure either. But neither of us stopped. Ryan kept kissing me as my tank top started to fall over. He started to slowly kiss my neck and I pulled him closer to me.

I could feel his warm hands slowly sliding up my stomach. I didn't stop him. I figured eventually his hands would reach the top of my chest and I wouldn't know what to do next but I still didn't stop him. We kept going. I had thought about this moment since Ryan and I started dating. Now that I was finally here, I didn't know what to do. When Ryan's hands finally reached the top of my chest, I froze. I had no clue what to do next. Then, one of the best (yet the worst) things that could ever happen happened.

"Hello?" Mom called from the bottom of the stairs. "Taylor?" It was now 6:40. Ryan and I looked at each other.

"Yeah," I responded. "Just a second." We both got up. I noticed that my t-shirt was almost off and both of my straps were hanging off my shoulders. Maybe Ryan was ready, and I was the one that wasn't. All of a sudden everything felt wrong. I watched Ryan slowly put on his shirt and fix his pants while I did the same. Wrong. Him being here was wrong. Everything was wrong about this moment. Maybe it was just the timing.

I ran down the stairs into the kitchen where Mom was.

"Hey, Mom." I said, nearly out of breath. She looked over at me in confusion. A look of distress was painted upon her face. She was either really upset or in one of her moods. Probably a mood. She mumbled something, but it was nothing I could make out. Definitely a mood. A few seconds later, Ryan came jogging down the stairs and Mom's face changed. She looked surprised like she had been thrown a surprise party.

"Hi, Mrs. Heart," he smiled. "How's your night going?"

"Oh! Ryan. I didn't know you were here. I thought that was your car out front but... My night is going fine. Thank you."

Ryan smiled. "I, uhh...better get going. Don't want my parents to worry."

"I'll walk you out," I quickly replied. "Be right back, Mom," I said as I walked Ryan out of the kitchen.

"Well," he started. "Tonight was..."

"Yeah." I shivered a little.

"We should, uh, try it again sometime. Maybe. If you want of course."

I paused for a second. "Sure." Ryan kissed me goodnight before walking out to his car and driving off. I slowly slid down the door until I was plopped down on the floor. I sat there and put my head between my knees.

"So what was Ryan doing in your room?" Mom asked coming out of the kitchen with a questioning look on her face.

"Mom!" I groaned. "We were just doing homework. No big deal." She gave me a look before going back into the kitchen and I put my head back on my knees.

All I wanted was to have someone to ask about this stuff. I wished Madison was back. We might not have been the best of friends, but I knew she gave the best advice about boys. And at that moment, I never wanted anything more than for Madison to come visit me just like she went to visit Dad at the hotel.