the wrong direction [COMPLETED]

ten

day 3-continued

SMUT WARNING

"meagan and sarah are so lucky they didn't get caught," dallon announced, everyone agreeing.

"i'll be right back," ryan said suddenly after nodding his head in agreement at dallon's statement. he then ran to the bathroom and locked the door for no certain reason. well, for what i thought was no certain reason.

"dang, suspicious much?" jon asked out loud.

"i don't even know what's going on in there, but i'm taking a nap," dallon informed us, him then laying his head on the generic white pillow the camp placed on our beds.

"hey, do you and jon want to go for a walk with me?" spencer asked the remainder of the cabin that wasn't sleeping/locking themselves in the bathroom.

"i'm good," i replied. "i'm going to sleep like dal. it sounds like a good idea."

"i'll go, though," jon said, immediately jumping up and walking towards spencer. he then impulsively took spencer's hand and started walking out the door. you can probably guess that spencer didn't let go. they trotted out the door hand in hand after making sure no staff members were anywhere in the vicinity or were able to see them.

"i'm going to sleep, man, i need a fucking nap."

"yeah. have a good sleep, dude."

"thanks."

i could tell that dallon was a deep sleeper that also fell asleep quickly because after just a few minutes of lying down, he was subtly snoring from a few beds away.

i picked my phone up to see i got a text from my daddy-i mean ryan.

ryan: hey is everyone asleep or gone

me: uh yeah why

ryan: come to the bathroom

me: mm fine, okay

i leapt down from my bed almost silently as i worryingly spied on the snoozing dallon, making sure he didn't wake up on my undoubtedly few-stepped trip to ryan's location in the bathroom. i gaited up to the bathroom door and knocked tacitly on it. ryan slowly and approximately noiselessly twisted the doorknob, causing me to see his face through the crack of area that he had opened the door to.

"come in."

i didn't think twice about my response; i snuck through the slightly opened door as ryan closed it again.

"what if i were to tell you," he started, "that i really liked you."

i could tell he was nervous by the way he kept shifting his eyes around the room. first at my face, then at a bathroom stall, then at the floor, etc. his palms were moderately diaphoretic, but not enough for an average-level observer to notice. as you can see, i can read people unusually easily and honestly knew something like this would happen eventually. he just had this utterly different and overwhelmingly flirty body language around me that he never used with anyone else.

"i would kiss you," i answered.

"you should do that."

(WARNING: SMUT STARTS HERE)

i daintily grabbed his face as to pull him into a kiss, but, before i knew it, our lips were conjoined and his hands were venturing all over my body. all at different points in time, they were through my hair, on my back, on my thighs, everywhere.

i wrapped my arms around him similar to an amorous embrace. he separated from the kiss and gave me an extremely seductive look, suggesting that we should do something that would get us in ginormous trouble if we were caught. but, did we give a fuck? the answer is obviously and clearly no.