Three Days

Chapter 13

We stayed much longer than Ryan would have liked, but I was glad we went to see them. As we said goodbye, Polly pulled me in for a hug and whispered into my ear, "Don't break his heart, okay?"

"I won't," I promised.

Ryan took my hand and led me back to the car with a big smile on his face. He opened the door for me and after I sat down he kissed me with a soft kiss.

"Where are we going?" I asked as soon as he sat in his own seet.

"A surprise," he said as he took my hand in his. He drove to the far end of town where the houses sat on more land than the others. I had always loved this part of town, you could smell the winery that lay miles up the road. He pulled into a driveway and drove up to a house. I was sitting up looking all around. It was a beautiful one-story white house with a big porch. It had huge trees around it and a gravel drive. It had stonework on the front that made it look Italian and a huge wooden door. It sat on probably five acres, and I wanted to jump out and explore.

I looked at Ryan to see a shy look on his face, "It's mine. I bought it three years ago and started working on it. No one else knows about it."

"Ryan, it's beautiful," I said in awe. "Why would you keep it a secret?"

"Well, I made a pact with my brothers that we wouldn't leave dad alone. I love this house and maybe someday but for now I need to be there," he said with a shrug. "Do you want to come see it?"

"Are you kidding? Of course, I do, let's go," I said excitedly, practically jumping up and down.

He chuckled and got out of the car. I couldn't even wait for him to open the door. I jumped out and took his hand as he led me to the front door. He opened it and let me walk through first. It was beautiful with dark hardwood floors and white shiplap walls. There are wooden beams on the roof and I could see the kitchen from the front door. I walked right to it. It has cream white cabinets and a wooden island. The countertops were a beautiful granite that looked dark but still clean looking. The stove was stainless steel and it matched all the other appliances. I wanted to cry at how beautiful this kitchen is.

"This is my dream kitchen," I said in wonder.

"I know, most girls used to plan their weddings, you planned your dream kitchen. I made it for you so you would always come over," he said as he pulled my back to his chest. He put his face in the crook of my neck and waited for my response.

"How did you do this?" I asked with a smile. Happy tears were falling down and didn't care to stop them.

"You left your book in your room at the house. I may have borrowed it," he said, placing a kiss on my neck.

I turned in his arms and kissed him with everything in me. He kissed me back in kind and I let my hands roam all over his body. He did the same and more as he picked me up and placed me on the island. He stepped between my legs and ran his hand up and down my leg as he continued kissing me. The electricity danced on my skin and I couldn't get close enough to him. I suddenly couldn't stand the amount of clothes between us and started unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled back to look at me, "Are you sure? We can take this slow."

"I'm sure. I can't take this slow. I have had a crush on you since I was nine and I have wanted you since I was thirteen. Maybe it was childish then but now I don't just want you, I need you," I said in a pleading voice. He groaned at my words.

"I used to feel like such a dirty bastard, sixteen years old and wanting a thirteen-year-old girl. I knew you liked me, and I was so scared of how much I wanted you. You have always been the most perfect person in our lives, and I was so scared to hurt you," he said as he placed kisses on my collarbone.