How to love

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

I pushed Ryder's fat arse up the oak tree. Dang he was slow!

"Open the damn window Ryder!" I hissed holding for dear life into the branch outside of my window.

"Sorry..." he mumbled. Ryder opened the window and plopped onto my floor.

"Sh*t."

I hoped in after him and whacked him up side the head "language." He glared and me and we both laughed.

"So..." I started, making my way over to my draw to pull out my pjs. "Why don't you have a home?" I pulled out my mint green pajama shorts that might be a tad bit to short, and a white tank top.

Ryder winced as the question rolled of my tongue. "Well," he sat upright on my floor, leaning against my bed; twirling his thumbs in his laps. "My mom she..." he closed his eyes tight and exhaled through his nose. "She... was my only family and..." Ryder sniffed, and I noticed his shoulders shaking slightly.

Do I leave him along? or go an comfort him?

I decided to leave him along for a bit. I walked out of my room and down the hall to the bathroom. I knocked, and no one answered so I stepped in; throwing off my clothes and slipping into my pjs. I brushed through my long pin straight chocolate brown hair, and let it fall softly onto my shoulder. My grey eyes looked darker tonight. I brushed my teeth and walked back to my room. Ryder was curled up in a ball on my bed.

He looks so venerable... all his defenses have fallen.

I walk over to my bed and scoot in next to Ryder. My short rolled up slightly, revealing a little above my thighs, I used my thumb to pull them down and wrapped my arms around Ryder. He buried his head into my neck. He shook more violently now. I rubbed his back with the heel of my hand and cooed soothing things into his ear.

After a few minutes, Ryder's body stopped shaking, replaced by snores. I smiled and rolled out of his grasp, and onto the other side of my bed.

***

The peaceful sleep was disturbed with the cold autumn air swimming into my room through the open window.

"Ugh," I groaned and attempted to get out of bed.

Why attempted? because a long tan muscular arm was draped across my waist. I rolled onto my right side, putting both my hands on Ryder's chest, about to push when his arm became tighter around my wait, pulling my closer.

My face was in his neck, our bodies pressed together. I took a whiff of his scent. Cologne and cigarettes. Anywhere else, I dread the smell, but on Ryder... I don't know it made me feel, safe. I snuggled closer to him inhaling his scent. I want it permanently implanted into my nose.

"Blake..." he groans, looking down at me. Taken by surprise, I try scooting away, but he holds me in place.

"If you wanted me so bad," my breathe hitched in my throat as his lips made there way closer to my ear. "You could have just said so." His breathe danced across my skin, sending shivers up my spine.

"You perv." I hit his chest and his grip on me looses, I jump out of my bed.

"Dang Blake." Ryder chuckles sitting up in my bed, "pull down your shirt and shorts." He pointed at me, laughing harder.

I glance down at myself. My shirt an rolled up to just below my ribs and my shorts now showed have my butt. My face burned red in embarrassment, I pull them both down and storm out of my room.

"Ah come on." Ryder shot out of bed following after me.

"You perv." I snapped for the second time this morning.