With All my Heart, All my Time, Everything Else, and All my Life.

Chapter 10: Our Inevitable Future

"I have a confession," I tell him, remembering something I did days ago.

"What is it?" he looked worried.

"That night when we went to the festival, I hugged that bear like my life depended on it," I smile at the memory, knowing he would like to hear that.

He gives me a sweet smile. "That makes me feel happy. You must have really liked me," he teased.

"I did, and I still do." That was truthful.

He softly pets my hair, then says "Lets go upstairs. We're in need of some new clothes."

We walk up to his room, and he opens a drawer with some folded clothes.

"Can you put that blue sweatshirt on?" I ask him, for obvious reasons.

He takes a pair of jeans and sweatpants out of his drawer. He closes the drawer, and looks at me with a sweet smile. It was an amazing smile, one that would always warm my heart. "The one I wore the day we met?"

"Yeah. You looked so cute and cozy," I melted at the memory.

He chuckles. "Well, I'll wear it, if you give me a kiss," he says with a cute smirk. He opens two other drawers to get a plain t-shirt, I'm guessing for me, and he gets that blue sweatshirt for him.

He sets our clothes on the bed, and walks out of the room to get some towels from a closet in the hall.

Ryan hands me a towel, and we start drying ourselves off.

Any time we glanced at each other, he gave me this flirty smile and at one point winked. He made my heart beat so fast; I love him so much that I thought I'd cry.

He puts his towel down once he is done drying off, and I do, too.

"I'm going to change now, can I use your bathroom?" I ask, as I pick up the sweatpants and the shirt. My cheeks were burning.

"Yeah," he smiles.

I return the smile and turn to walk to the bathroom in his room.

I hear a shuffling noise, and he says "Wait."

I turn around, and gawk at his abs. He took his wet shirt off, and his nice defined chest and abs are showing. He isn't ripping, put he has defined abs. It made my heart beat and the butterflies multiply.

"Before I put the sweater on, I'm going to need that kiss," he says, with a sexy smirk.

Forget the clothes. We both drop our clothes we were holding on to the floor.

I run up to him, we grab each others faces, and passionately kiss each other. Our lips move with each other, like our body knows that we have been waiting for each other for a very long time, and we need to kiss.

I bring my hands down and around him to hold his back. He does the same, and we are pressing ourselves againts each other.

His skin feels warm on my hands, and we move our hands around each others backs, feeling. Kissing and touching him was like knowing that all I've ever waited for, all I've ever wanted, was right here, with me, and I could be with him, for as long as I want. I could be with him forever.

Last time our kiss was more sweet, but this had a little more of a rougher desperation in it.

His skin is really soft, and I can feel his muscles moving in his back, which makes me pull away just for a second to gasp for breath, and the next time our lips touch, my lips are parted by his tongue. His tongue searches my mouth, looking for everything and anything.