Ice // Ryden (Short Story)

Four

A/N: the chapter randomly cut off and I don't remember what I actually wrote, I'm sorry??

Ryan is painting. He's told me before that it calms him down. He's very good, we both know that, but I get what he enjoys about it. The colors, the brush strokes. It's relaxing.

"You're watching me," Ryan says simply. I smile softly. 

"Yeah," I admit, "is that bad?" He turns to look at me. He has some paint on his hands and his face. I chuckle and get off the bed to sit next to him. I place my hand on the side of his jaw, rubbing away the paint with my thumb. His cheeks flush a light red. 

"How did you manage to get paint on your face?" I ask, my tone calm and low. Ryan looks into my eyes. Our smiles fade, like we're completely focused on the other. 

His eyes flicker to my lips, and every single dream and fantasy I've had of us explodes, because he is actually looking at my lips right now, and this is real.

We both begin to lean in, my heart racing. The door opens just before our lips meet, and we quickly pull away. I look down, blushing madly.

"We're gonna go out to dinner later, so you two can go ahead and take a shower," Ryan's mom says.

"Okay, thank you." Ryan nods. She leaves, not closing the door. Maybe it's a sign, that we shouldn't kiss. I don't know. Ryan and I stand up, and I attempt to swallow the lump in my throat.

"Um... y-you can go take a shower in the one in the hall, I'll use the one downstairs..." Ryan says, looking down. I nod.

"Okay," I say, grabbing my hoodie and some jeans, walking out and down the hall. My thumb is blue from the paint. I notice it as I open the bathroom door and neatly set my clothes on the counter.