What You're Worth

Chapter 5

Chapter 5:

After what felt like forever, after my crazy busy day, along with terrible Irish jetlag, I was just about to fall over when Rylan unlocked the door to his apartment. I was barely awake as he directed me to his guest bed and helped me to the bed. I swear I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

I woke up and smelled the sweet smell of food- bacon to be exact- as I awoke from the best sleep I had had in a while. I sleepily stumbled into the kitchen where Rylan stood, shirtless and stunning, concentrated on cooking our breakfast. I was staring at his bare body for at least five minutes before Rylan cleared his throat, and I realized that he had turned around and caught me gaping at his amazing figure.

“Oh… err… good morning?” I stuttered, feeling heat rising to my cheeks.

“Hello.” He greeted back, smirking at my obvious discomfort. “You fancy bacon?”

“Um... Yeah, of course! You can’t be American without liking bacon!” I replied, my usual flow returning.

Rylan chuckled and filled two plates with mounds of bacon, and toast. I heard my stomach growl, and clutched it, embarrassed for the second time that morning.

“You’re hungry. Good.” Rylan said, acknowledging my noisy abdomen.

I blushed again and nodded vigorously. We sat down at his tiny circular table and I dug in. At that point, I had no worries about a guy watching me eat like a famished farm horse, I was starving. In about six minutes flat, I had put away the entire place, and looked up at Rylan sheepishly. Instead of looking disgusted, he had a look of interest in his eyes, even a bit of admiration.

“I hope you can drink like that, because here inIreland, people can take care of beer.” He commented with a wink.

“I’ve never drank.” I answered with a sad shake of the head. “I’m only turning 18 in a few days.”

“You do know that inEurope, the drinking age is 18?” Rylan responded with a cocked head.

I shook my head again and sighed. My parents were total controlling Christian parents that didn’t let their children have any freedom. Rylan chuckled.

“Your birthday. When is it?” He asked.

“April 12th.” I said plainly, shrugging.

“That’s tomorrow, love.” Rylan said with a smile.

I smiled and blushed a little at the name of endearment. I knew it was common to use inEurope, but it still felt nice.

“That’s it. We’re going out tomorrow to my favorite pub. And once you drink the Irish way… you’re kind of screwed.” He followed up with a confident smirk.

I shook my head.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” I replied nervously.

Rylan shook his head, as to clear my ludicrous accusation from his mind.

“Now come on and get ready.” He said, getting up. “I want you to meet my friends.”

I shrugged and sped into the bathroom with my very little possessions. Once I came out, Rylan was waiting and took me by the wrist, pulling me out of the flat.

“Hurry. We’ll be late.”

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Alright. Here’s chapter 5! Do y’all think that Rylan and Megan would be cute together??

Check out the external link for a picture of Rylan.

Basketball season is almost over :,(

Alright bai.

{JACI}