Allure

25-Tristen

Every part of me fights against walking back to Ryon and kissing her again, I'm fighting with myself against being there for her and being her friend or trying my hand at being with her. Coming home to her every night and waking up to her every morning wasn't going to be easy, from day one she's been interested in Richard more than myself, and from day one she's had a pull on me I've never experienced before, and I know it's because I can't have her.

"I ordered pizza." Ryon peeps through my door. Beautiful as ever with her hair tied up in a black bonnet.

"Thank you."

"What are you drawing?" She crawls in bed beside me, thoroughly unaware that every step closer she gets to me only makes it harder to keep my hands off of her.

"I'm not sure yet." I smile , I've been staring at the same blank sketch book page for 15 minutes.

"It's okay, you were just trying to remember my face, nothing's stoping you now." She sits up and poses for me.

"I have not problem remembering your face, baby girl ." I wink and her and she giggles and begins to move...

How can I keep her in my bed?

"No wait." I grab her by her arm and pull her back. "I want to." Her already large eyes fly open. "Lay down."
"Why lay down?" She questions me but complies.

"You'll be more comfortable after a while." I smile and position her. "Don't move." I whisper excruciatingly close to her lips, she doesn't meet me, but she doesn't pull away.

I snap a picture of her.

"Why a picture ?"

" Because eventually you'll want out of my bed, I still need to see you there." I pic up my sketch book and begin.

"Can I take this off?" She pulls the bonnet of of her head and her long hair falls to her shoulders.

"Don't move!"

She giggles. "Sorry." She bites her lip patiently.

"Stop doing that." I say without looking at her. "Stop playing with your mouth, it's... arousing, for lack of a better word."

The silence allows me to hear the subtle 'pop' as her teeth releases her lip, which wasn't much better.

Every stroke of my pencil pushes this drawing more and more into resembling Her here on my bed.

She peeks at me from beneath her long lashes.

Just as I get into detail, there's a knock on the door.

"Pizzas here." Ryon says quietly.
I smile, shake my head and offer her my hand. She takes it, and I pull her, straight into my arms.

"Tristen..." Her voice trails off, but the temptation in her eyes lets me know she's not completely opposed, and that's all I needed.

"Mamma likes to play." I laugh and her mood lifts. I release her and she answers the door.