All of me was ruined by you

Game night

We congregated around a large round table, situated towards the corner of the bar area.

It was almost half time and the mighty maroons were ahead by 2 points.

All the men in the bar had been so engrossed by the game they were unaware or the growing spark connecting between myself and Ryan. As I watched the game I could feel his intense glare upon my body, every time I turned to him he didn't bother to turn his head away. He continued to stare causing me both feelings of uneasiness and happiness.
He had a sort of confidence around him that I could only dream of, any other person would've quickly glanced away when caught staring.
But he didn't, he knew exactly how to make my heart race.

The game was uneventful, but in the end of course Queensland came out victorious. As the men where finishing off the last of their drinks Ryan took my hand and leaded me to the back veranda. Once there he signalled me to hand over my phone, which I did unwillingly.
It was like he had me in a trance.

He guess my password first go, 2012, the year we were supposed to die but didn't. My favourite year.

He entered his number and with one swift movement locked eyes with me and asked if I had a boyfriend.
I left out a confused scoff and he took that as a no.
He began to scroll through my messages, my photos. I didn't have anything I needed to hide on there yet I felt an uncertainty of letting him go through my personal things.

I reached for my phone only for him to lift it higher than I could reach, he pushed me back with one hand while continuing to explore my private life.

He stopped on messages and mocked me, laughing at the stupid bitchy messages me and my friends would send to each other.
He criticised our use of cute funny animal pictures to cheer each other up.

After what felt like hours of ridicule and torture I managed to get my phone back. He smile at me, while a single tear escaped my eye. I quickly wiped it away before he knew he got to me.

The wind blowing over the balcony whipped around my arms and neck causing a shiver to erupt down my spine.
It was like the weather almost changed to suit the mood I was in, but it didn't surprise me this happened a lot.

Ryan watched still smirking as I tried to keep myself composed. How did I possibly forget this side of him, I questioned myself.

As if he read my mind he came to my side, seeing that I was shivering he handed me his jumper.
It smelt just like him, a mix of scents that all worked harmoniously together to create a god like smell.
I slowly wrapped it over me and hurriedly walked back inside to see everyone just about ready to leave.
We piled back into the car, where he attempted to make it up to me

"Hunter, I was joking"

"C'mon Hunter you know I'd never intentionally hurt you"

As the words were falling from his lips he slowly rubbed my leg, causing me to loose sight of the reason he was apologising

It was almost as if his touch was my undoing, and he knew that.

Finally I was once again home in bed, sitting awake, evaluating every conversation, every touch every look

Until the point I could barely tell what was exaggerated and what happened

So I laid my head down on the soft pillows and closed my eyes hoping to escape the prison that was my mind.