Another sleepless night, this time I’m lying next to Ryan. He seemed so perfect, his curly hair that doesn’t look matted at all after his tossing and turning from time to time. He looked so peaceful. But I wasn’t peaceful. I was haunted by the thoughts that I no longer have any one, I don’t even know if my father is okay. I felt concerned but I wasn’t sure why I did.
As I was staring at Ryan with half closed eyes, his hazel eyes finally began to stare back at me as he slowly awoke.
“Can’t sleep?” His voice sounded even sexier when he was tired, it was deeper and raspier than usual.
“I’m worried about my dad” I said softly.
“Tell you what, how about we go back to the hotel in the morning and inquire about him?” Ryan asked.
He cared about me so much. I wasn’t sure if to say yes or no because that hotel now seemed like a horror house to me.
“Yes…” I said, he was my father after all.
Ryan softly kissed my forehead and made his way to my lips. I pulled him in closer and ran my fingers through his hair; I felt his smile when I did this.
He kissed my neck as he slowly trailed his fingers down my collarbone, then to my stomach, then he stopped.
“Are you okay with this?” He asked in the most sexy, tempting tone. Damn, I wanted him all over me.
I pulled his face into my neck as a sign of allowance, and he sucked on my neck this time. My heart beat fast when his fingers finally reached the spot. He kissed my collarbone as he inserted his finger inside of me, I moaned softly.
By this time, he had now been laying soft kisses on my left nipple, looking at me with those hazel eyes the whole time. He went in deeper this time. I grabbed his hand which he pulled away as he went in faster.
“Ryan...” I gently said.
He stopped.
“Yes, Jodie?” He took out his fingers and I put myself on top of him.
“I don’t want to lose you, ever”
“I don’t want to lose you either Jo, you mean so much to me, I...”
And before he could end his sentence I put my finger on his lips and softly kissed his chest and licked my way down to his perfectly sculpted v lines.
“Love you” I whispered loud enough for him to hear, finishing his sentence.
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It's All My Fault
Teen FictionJodie, a sixteen year old who lives in a small town finally as a given opportunity to go travel in the big city of New York. Most people have wishes of going there and experiencing the fun, but she doesn't. She doesn't even want to hear her mother...
