The Reality of my Dream

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Focus.

Chapter 38: Focus.

Lynsey’s POV:

I was sitting outside on the balcony of Ryan’s room, feeling the nice breeze flying gently over my skin. The sun was hitting the balcony making heat, while the wind helped to cool it down. It created the perfect balance. Ryan was currently in the shower and there was the faintest, faintest noise of the water running behind the whispers of the wind. I sat on the balcony looking up at the wispy, white clouds above me, trying to come up with the most random things that the shapes made up. A robotic genie ant with glow-up eyes eating a carrot. A rhino duck with an immensely large head and an itty-bitty body chasing a hermit crab. A caterpillar with the head of a warthog and the tail of a poodle trying to eat a butterfly. Is that cannibalism? A pickle in a sombrero playing the ban… “Hey Lyns.” I jumped in my seat looking back at Ryan who had appeared in the doorway.

“Hey Ry.” I said breathlessly. He was in a tight white v-neck and dark wash jeans that... you know... mhmm.... yes.

I looked back up at the clouds, but the pickle in the sombrero playing the banjo now looked more like spaceship beaming up a spear pierced mushroom.

“What’s so funny?” Ryan asked, sitting down in the chair next to me.

“Clouds.” I stated simply, scanning over the sky once more before turning my head to Ryan.

“Okay? Why?” he looked up and folded his arms behind his head, those damn muscles in his arms enhancing and flexing. There were so sinewy and rugged, strong… “Lynsey?”

I shook my head from my thoughts and looked up at his face. His handsome, chiseled… oh damn. I looked away from him. Apparently I can’t look at any part of him without getting intoxicated by his… by his everything. I bit down hard on my lip as I shut my eyes tight, I wanted to look at him so bad, but I needed to focus. Focus.

“Lynsey.” Oh my God… his voice. I can’t escape his perfect, low, sexy voice and his oh-so-hot laugh. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Focus.

“Mhm…”

Oh-so-hot laugh, “What are you doing?”

I bit down harder and sealed my eyes tighter, “Nuh-uh.”

“Doesn’t answer my question.” Ryan teased.

“Stop.” I mumbled.

“I’m not doing anything Lynsey.” Ryan smiled, or I imagine he did, I could hear his smile.

“You’re doing everything.” I whispered. I was trying to talk normally but apparently my voice box and vocal cords are like eff that ish.

“Oh am I?” I felt heat move closer to my side. Focus.

I pressed down on my lip. A shadow appeared over me, turning the pinkish color that was provided from the sunlight that had shown through my eyelids turn pitch black.

“Open your eyes.” Ryan’s hushed tone whispered.

My eyelids lightened, but I did not allow them to open. “N-no.”

“Oh come on.” Ryan whispered. A burning trail looped around from my neck and pushed my hair back. Focus.

“Damn… dam-mn you.” I stuttered out, hearing Ryan’s chuckle from above me.

“Not my fault I turn you on.” he laughed.

My eyes shot open, revealing the hottest guy on the effing planet hovering over me, me! “D-do not!”

“Oh come on,” Ryan rolled his eyes at me through his words, “you know it’s true. I know it’s true. Don’t try and lie to yourself and me.”