Fallen For A Player

Chapter 23 - Here We Go, Again

I fixed my skirt and instantly placed my hands back into the pockets of my jacket. Damn it, it was freezing. It has been snowing for like a week now and despite living in Canada for my entire life, I still can't get the hang of this weather. I breathed out the chilly air and ignored my nervousness, letting all my stress and scary thoughts go away and rang the bell to Ryan's house.

Oh dear God, please don't let Ryan's aunt be like my mother, or anything close to her. I clasped my hands together hopefully.

"Who's this girl?" Ryan's answered the door. He casually leaned on the door and pretended to check me out like a pervert he is. "Ryan, it's super cold out here." I said because I couldn't feel the tip of my nose anymore.

"Oh, right. Sorry." He smiled and opened the door wider, placing his arm out to guide me in, and people say chivalry is dead.

"Here. Mom made it." I handed him the bag Mom gave to me before I left for his house.

"I hope it's pancakes!" He said, leaning in to give me a peck on the cheek. "Ryan, your aunt!" I placed my hand on his sweater and tried to push him away but he held onto me tight. "She's in the kitchen. She won't be out till she's done with the food." He whispered into my ear which instantly felt hot after standing in the cold for several minutes. "I think I should say hi to her." I mumbled, feeling his lips on my jaw line.

"Ryan?"

"Shit!" Ryan cursed and moved away from me when he heard his name being called. He looked at the kitchen door but there was nobody. I eyed him mischievously and tried to hide a laugh. "Like you wouldn't react the same way if your father had walked in." He mumbled uncaringly.

I felt him hold my hand and take me into the kitchen. There, infront of the oven, stood Ryan's aunt. She had a flowered black dress and a red top. Her hair was held in a high fashionable neat bun. I looked at Ryan and then back at her. She doesn't look like his aunt at all. She looked young. There were no wrinkles, no glasses and no streaks of fading hair. She looked more like his older sister who just became the manager of a company.

She pulled out a large tray full of brown delicious looking brownies from the oven and turned around to place them on the counter when her eyes landed on me. Ryan and his aunt exchanged a glance and she gave him a wideyed smile. She gently placed the tray on the table, the smile never leaving her face, and pulled off her gloves.

"She is not a hippy at all!" She said delightfully as she approached toward us. Her eyes were just like Ryan's but only a darker shade of blue with tiny brown flecks appearing around her pupil.

"Really? Then I guess she's not a hippy." Ryan muttered and looked at me proudly. I was so lost. What were the duo talking about? Before I could ask them to clear away my confusion, I was met with a hug from Ryan's aunt. She smelled strongly of a delicious bakery store and the way she had hugged made me weirdly happy. It's been years since I've hugged my mother and a hug from her fulfilled that as well.

"I am so proud of you!" She told Ryan after hugging me, grabbing his cheek which Ryan in return gave her a glare. "Come on. I have got so many things to talk about."

"So Ryan told me how you met. I am just so happy that he's finally found a girl." She beamed at me and I returned her a smile. We now were sitting in his living room, on his soft sofa. Ryan came out of the kitchen and sat beside me. "Look at the both of you. So perfect and happy." She gazed dreamily at us. I looked at Ryan. She already likes me.

"Anne, could you control yourself, maybe just a little?" Ryan asked.

Anne? Is that how he calls his aunt? Ryan's aunt ignored him. "So, Mrs-"