Back to You

Playing House

Going through Ryder's massive collection of VHS movies he got from our local Blockbuster on his coffee table, I'd been tampering back and forth with the strings on the robe he had given me to put on while all our stuff was drying, becoming a nervous wreck.

I couldn't explain why though. Ryder and I had many sleepovers back home whenever we had game nights till three in the morning, or if one of us was feeling down sometimes with no problem.

Well, except not disclosing some of that info to Angela of course. But nothing ever happened those times that made it obvious he wanted to take our relationship to the next level.

But now tonight I had the chance to become even closer to him in more ways than one—which just made this feel more out of my comfort zone.

This was the very first one-on-one time I had with the guy since I arrived here for twelve full hours. Was I really and emotionally ready for this now? What would happen? How would I handle myself? What would I say?

All that and more, I couldn't even begin to answer even one.

Yet for two days remaining after tonight, he could ask me to do a private dance for him with nothing but a 'Moulin Rouge' costume on and I'd probably agree if I had it completely my way. But I had to keep calm and subtle, natural, non-forceable. It seemed to be working out in my favor today alone.

"Okay so look, you're possibly gonna hate me and I'm super sorry. But hopefully, my solution will make you like me again which I rather prefer!" Ryder told me casually, walking down the stairs. I was about to head to check out his kitchen, but automatically noticed how dressed down.

"Aww, what's wrong?" I wondered.

As soon as he made it to the first floor landing, he held a few articles of clothing all mismatched—yet very well carefully picked. I was impressed and touched he had spent even this much time trying to find me something warm and cozy to wear.

"Well, that depends on how look at it. Now don't worry, I promise you this wasn't done intentionally by any means. But unfortunately I don't have many pants or shorts in my closet that are clean at the moment." He uttered wincing, feeling genuinely guilty.

I didn't mind it too much though. Teenage boys and laundry didn't generally go together. "Oh, it's okay. Really! It's fine." I assured.

"Well I still want you to feel right at home and comfortable with me. So! If and only if you're feeling it, I can totally just grab something from my Mom closet to make you-" He began to say nervously, about to head back upstairs before I even try to answer.

Closely contemplating on his generous compromise, it would be a lot easier for me to agree on that and get on with our night. But with him and me like this, I kept hearing Jasmine's voice in my head reminding me how to dangle the bait and leave him wanting more to show how 'sexy' I hopefully can be.

And with that, I tugged his arm gently pulling him back walking closer and taking one of his oversize and mini length t-shirts from his hands, biting my bottom lip down—like I'd been trained to do now confidently.

"Actually Ryder...I think just this should be fine." I said in an alluring manner.

Surprised and bewildered at first, he soon grinned clearing his throat timidly. "T-t-that'll work too. A-a-are you sure?" He quickly blurted out in an oddly committed tone.

Snickering honestly shocked this was kinda working as I nodded, I flirtatiously winked pushing my hair back subtly. "Very." I whispered walking backwards into the nearby bathroom.