The Sun and the Moon [Wattys 2015 winner]

Chapter 12: Feeling and Light

I awoke, warm and comfortable, with another heartbeat throbbing under my ear. In my bed. In the morning. Rule #7 (no spending the night), shattered. Along with Rule #4, Clause 2 (no oral sex; rule broken for me, we'd have to see about him) and Rule #10 (I "make love" only).

What kind of lawyer was I if I couldn't enforce my own rules?

You know what? In the soft, buttery Santa Barbara morning light, it didn't matter.

I yawned, snuggled into Ryan's chest, and looked up at him, content.

He was already awake, his glossy, green eyes sleep-heavy but intense. He had been watching me for a while, it seemed, as I slept on his torso, my legs intertwined with his. He shifted a finger from my lower back, trailed it up my spine to my jaw, and kept it there.

And then he said the most beautiful words in the English language.

"I'll take you to breakfast."

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At the restaurant, it felt like every female eye was on Ryan as we walked to our table. He was that good looking, sure, but it also seemed like there were flickers of recognition in their feminine eyes.

It made me wonder.

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After breakfast, Ryan dropped me off at my house, saying that he had to go do some things that day for work and that he had already scheduled himself at Southwinds every morning that week, but that he would pick me up on Friday at 5:30. He told me to wear "comfortable clothes" on Friday, kissed me breathless, and left.

I updated Marie, fended off Hugo by telling him about Ryan (he was immediately interested), and got ready for the week.

Ryan texted me late that night: Sweet dreams Movie Star.

I wasn't sure that this was really my life.

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Ryan texted me every day that week.

Monday:

What rules do you still need to break?

Most of them.

Specifically?

Oral sex on you for one.

Ryan?

Crickets...

Did not want to have to jack off at work today.

Sorry.

I'm not.

Tuesday

Another rule we need to break?

Nothing demeaning.

What does that mean?

Don't make me crawl naked across the room to you.

Don't give me ideas.

Would you want to do that? Can't believe I'm saying this but I'd consider it. For you.

Ryan?

Crickets...

Not specifically. I'm not into BDSM, although if you want to try, I'm up for it. The image of you, naked, crawling on the floor to me, totally submissive, totally turned on. Fuck. It might turn me into a dom.