Resisting Him

Chapter Sixteen

I spent the majority of that night touching my lips and trying not to freeze to death.

                For one, that kiss was amazing.  As much as I hate to admit it, Ryan has talent.  I want to experiment again, wondering what his tongue would feel like, or if he pressed me up against his back wall, or—

                Then I remind myself how he kissed someone this morning!  Eww!

                Second, Ryan’s room was indescribingly cold.  Trust me; I’ve lived in Alaska.  I know what cold feels like.  But my clothes were so thin it was hard to keep warm.  I started wondering if he did it on purpose; black mail me into snuggling up against him??

                Any who, when I finally fell asleep, it wasn’t a peaceful one.

                The same dream I had in the car, except in more detail.  It started seconds before I was attacked.  I was running; I could feel the cold of the snow around me.  I tripped, fell, and turned back on my back as the thing pounced.  It’s jaws clamped down on my shirt.  I screamed.

                “Lauren!  Shh!  Lauren, you’re OK!”

                I forced my eyes open and my entire body was sweating.  Ryan had scooted over next to me.  My wrists were crossed at he held them against me.  I looked at him accusingly.

                “You tried to hit me.”  He explained.  “Are you ok?  Was it a nightmare?”

                “It…wasn’t a nightmare…I don’t know what happened…”

                Ryan didn’t buy my excuse.  I pulled my arms free and clawed through my hair.  “Yeah.  Sorry.   Won’t happen again.”

                “What was it about?”  He persisted; even though my last answer made it clear I didn’t want further discussion.

                “Nothing…”  I pulled the sheets off my legs, not really wanting to get out of bed, but wanting to get away from Ryan.  He was shirtless and had me drooling.

                “Where are you going?  It’s not even seven.”  He complained.

                “Umm…school, you stupid.”  I scoffed.

                “Yeah, it’s Saturday, stupid.”  He replied. 

                Feeling retarded, but not showing it, I snarkily replied, “I knew that,” and went into the bathroom to change.

                When I came back out, Ryan was still lounged in bed.  He raised an eyebrow.  “I never pictured you as a morning person.”