Diamonds or Dirt?

Chapter 3: Toby's POV

"It didn't take us long to get the cab as you might remember." I tell Rylee who just nods, "well once we got in the cab I gave the driver my address and sat back against the seat. You hadn't said much since we got in the cab and I was worried you might be having second thoughts. I told you that we didn't have to do anything if you weren't comfortable and that seemed to be what you needed to hear because with that you passed out against my shoulder."

"I didn't" she says shaking her head, "oh god I'm so sorry about that... apparently I don't take large amounts of alcohol well."

"Don't worry about it I didn't mind." I tell her with a wink which causes the blush I love so much to rise to her cheeks. "Anyway back to what happened." I say flashing back to what happened in the cab last night.

"Once you fell asleep I knew you were going to have a huge headache so I let you sleep," I tell her, but what I don't mention is me running my hand through her hair and tracing her facial features lightly with my finger. I don't tell her that I layed her head in my lap and watched her sleep. and I definitely dont tell her that while she was sleeping I kissed her fore head and fantasized about what it would be like to love someone like her. Someone sweet and innocent, someone who would know the real me. Not the me they read about in a magazine, she would know me for me and nothing would make me happier.

"What about when we got to your place?" She asks me.

"When we made it here you were sleeping so soundly I knew i could carry you without worrying about waking you up so I paid the cab driver and carried you up the stairs and into my room. I gently laid you on the bed. When i looked at you in that dress I realized you must be uncomfotable so I decided I could give you pants and a shirt to put on, but I didnt want to wake you so I dressed you myself making sure i didn't see anything I wasnt supposed to, but I didn't want you to wake up being stabbed in the back with a zipper or something. Once I finished changing your clothes I hung up your dress and slid you into my bed under my covers."

"I joined you later, but I needed to clean up a bit before you woke up so once I had everything done I climbed in bed and fell asleep only to wake up this morning next to the most beautiful woman to ever sleep in this bed." As I'm telling her this she listens to me intently blushing madly when I compliment her, and smiling about my worried face when I tell her about changing her clothes.

There is no way I could tell her that she is the only woman that has ever slept in this bed. I also couldnt tell her that I fell asleep listening to her soft breathing, that i watched her chest rise and fall as she slept. The last thing I remember before going to sleep was kissing her cheek.

This morning when I woke up to find her looking at me I wondered what she remembered from last night. I wanted to tell her everything right from the start but she just looked so beautiful in the morning light wearing my clothes. I couldnt bear to ruin the moment.

When she asked me about the clothes I was sure she would slap me or storm out of here angrily, but surprisingly she remained right where she was and dropped her head to hide her blush of embarassment. I couldnt stop myself from lifting her chin so I could see her face.

She could have had hair all over the place and there is no way I could ever find her unattractive. It made me think back to last night when i got to see her flat stomach while changing her clothes. Now looking at her i was going back through all the memories I have of her after one night, and I can only think of a few ways it could have been better...

As all of this is running through my head I can feel her looking at me trying to figure out what I am thinking. I am very glad that even though she is gorgeous and smart she still can't read minds because if she could that could turn out very bad.

She broke my train of thought with a question, "what are you thinking about Toby?" She asks twirling her hair around her finger like she did last night when she was curious about something.

"Wouldn't you like to know." I tease her tapping her on the nose with my finger. She smiles one of her dazzling smiles and relaxes back on the bed.

"Toby" I hear her say.

"Yes Rylee?"

"I think I like you." She says staring at the ceiling.

"I have nothing to think about. I know I like you." I tell her then roll over until im laying on my stomach my shoulder up against hers. She looks up at me and smiles and I bend over and kiss her once sweetly before pulling away. She looked disappointed and I was worried that she didn't want me to kiss her, so imagine my surprise when she sits up and her mouth claims mine once again, and I know that what I feel for her is like nothing I have ever felt before.