The Beauty Of Silence

Fairs And Old Lover's

“Ryder I swear to god if you don't get up I'll break your arm off and feed it to yourself!" I try and push him off me one last time, but it came up with the same results, nothing. I feel his hard chest move up and down followed by the sound of his deep chuckle. “How are you going to break my arm off, if you can't even get me off you?” He says with his raspy morning voice which could make any girl swoon. I can picture him smirking and I find myself doing the same.

“Don't underestimate me Ryder, now get off were going to be late for school.” He groans, but does what he’s told and I jump off my bed as fast as possible and get into the washroom.

And yes me and Ryder did infact sleep together and no nothing happened, beside him pushing me off the bed in his sleep and making me not being able to sleep because of his loud snoring. And no my parents do not know that Ryder is here at this very moment or the fact that he slept over last night, they were asleep and I didn't want to wake them up.

And now because of Ryder I have purple circles underneath my eyes, I have to explain to my parents why I have a half naked boy sleeping in my bed, yes he is half naked.

And now I'm going to be late for school because of his stone body. I decided to take a quick shower and then finish off my bathroom stuff quickly so at least Ryder has some time in the washroom.

But when I got out I find him in my bed still, with my white blanket halfway down his body and his hair messy with one hand underneath his head while the other is resting on his tanned chest, which looks darker and sexier because of my white sheets. “Aren’t you going to get ready?” I ask making him turn his attention from whatever he was looking at to me. His eyes widen a bit but then they relax and a smirk appears. “Nah I’m not going to school today.” I roll my eyes and turn away from him towards my closet.

My face heats up when I realize that I'm still in my short towel. I take a breath and turn to him. And just as I suspected he was watching me, but now sitting up and you can really see how his morning hair looks like and his abbs. I stand there watching him check me out and for some odd reason I can't seem to find my words.

My eyes travel to his chest and notice all the scars and bruises he has. I hear him clear his throat making me turn my back to him, embarrassed that I’ve been caught checking him out...again.

“Can you at least leave the room so I can change?” I ask him. “Don't worry I won't look.” I roll my eyes. “How come I find that hard to believe?” I smile. I feel his hands turn me around to face him, my eyes travel up to his dark green eyes.

“Because you don't trust me yet.” His voice and soft, but for some reason it made me feel unsteady. I tighten my grip on my towel when I watch him lean in.

Should I kiss him?

Do I even want to kiss him?  

Do I have a choice?

He stops mid way as if thinking the same questions. I inhale his scent and my heart melts. I’ve always loved boys who smelt good. Maybe that's way I’ve had a bad history of them.

“Brianna I-”

“I have to get ready, I'm going to be late.” I interrupt him and he nods and walks into the bathroom. I exhale deeply, I didn't even notice I was holding my breath. I shake away the scene that was about to happen or maybe should’ve happened, away and look into my closet for something to wear.

I decide to go a bit fancy today, I don't know why, but for some reason I feel like looking pretty today. I wore I nice white lace mini skirt and a turquoise half sleeve shirt that I stuck into my skirt, I added white ankle high converse and a small pearl necklace. I decided not to straighten my long hair since I like the way it curled, it reminded me of my beachy waves when I came out of the ocean.