The Stepfather

Chapter 13

I wake up in Ryan's arms which is the best feeling in the world. Cuddle closer to his chest, I trail kisses along his jaw. "Good morning." I say.

"Good morning, babe." He says in his sexy morning voice.

"I had so much fun last night." I say.

"Yeah. Me too."

He presses his lips to my forehead and they linger there. "We didn't..." He pauses. "Did we?"

I pull away, looking up at him. "You don't remember last night?"

"I had a lot to drink." He shrugs. "The last thing I remember was getting into a cab."

I smirk. "What makes you think we did it?"

"We aren't wearing any clothes." He says. "Plus, you woke up extremely happy."

"Maybe we did." I say. "Would you be mad?"

"For a while."

"Would we do it again soon?" I ask with a smirk.

"Most likely." He smirks.

"And if we didn't?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"If we didn't then I'd wait." He says simply.

"Hmm." I say, tapping my chin. "I don't know."

He frowns. "Tell me."

"As much as I wanna say yes, I don't want to lie to you. So no - we didn't."

He let's out a sigh of relief. "Good."

"Let's redo it." I say. "Yes. We did."

"What?" He asks, confused.

"Pretend we did. I wanna see your reaction." I smile.

"I'd probably do this." He says, kissing me. "Then we'd do it again."

"I change my mind. We did do it." I smirk.

He chuckles. "There's no going back."

"I think we need to have sex. It'd help our relationship." I say in thought.

"How's that?"

"Because every time we fight, we could have angry make up sex." I chuckle.

"As enticing as that sounds, I'm gonna have to say no."

"Would you say no to a bath?" I ask.

He smiles. "I could never say no to a bath with you."

After our bath together, we get dressed and go out for lunch. "Where do you wanna go?" He asks as we leave the lobby. "We'll have to take a taxi to pickup the car."

"Let's walk." I say before he reaches the valet guy.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." I nod. "It's nice out."

"Okay." He says, taking my hand.

We slowly walk down the street, hand in hand. "Where do you wanna go to eat?" He asks.

"Taco Bell." I smile.

"Seriously? I want to take you somewhere nice." He says.

"We aren't even dressed for anywhere nice." I point out.

"Good point. Taco Bell it is."

We walk to Taco Bell, taking in our surroundings. When we get there, we order then sit across from each other at a small table. "My mom hates Taco Bell. My dad would always take me when I was younger because she wouldn't." I say, smiling at the thought of my dad.