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"My mom is coming home any minute"
I moan against his lips, my hands tugging up his shirt that covered his tone body
"Ya sè"
His deep, sexy voice sent shivers down my back, his shirt was completely off, my hands were roaming free against his...
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"I need you, Ryan."
"I'm here, Bella." He cups my face in the palm of his hand, I take in his warmth.
"Why?" I cried softly.
"Why did you leave me?" I asked with my shaky voice, his hand didn't leave my cheek. I stared deeply into his eyes trying to find some sort of the truth but I couldn't find anything, his eyes were only glimmering with regret.
He glanced down, he was struggling to find the right words which made me even more anxious. I just need to know a reason, maybe it could answer why everyone else has left me.
"I was a dumb teenager that took shit for granted. Once I left you, I knew I made the biggest mistake of my life." He says.
He moved a little closer to me, I stayed put. Our mouths were only inches apart, I felt nothing being this close to him. "I never stopped loving you, Isabella."
He claimed my lips, it wasn't the same. I actually felt sick having his lips against mine, they don't belong there anymore but I couldn't pull away. I just wanted some type of comfort, someone just to take all the rejection away which is horrible because he's engaged. I'm a shitty person, I know that.
I ran my fingers through his hair, kissing his lips harder. He picked me up and moved us more on the bed, I softly wrapped my legs around his torso. My hands made there way up to his cheeks. We kissed one last time before we both pulled apart to catch our breaths, we placed our foreheads against each other's with our eyes closed.
"God, you're engaged."
"Let's worry about it tomorrow." Ryan whispers, in a soft, humble voice.
Hell no, asshole.
"Ryan.." I was trying to knock some sense into him.
"I love you, Isabella." Hesnuggled his head between my neck and chest, breathing in my scent. I didn't reply because I don't love him the way he loves me so instead I closed my eyes and drowned myself in guilt.
Next morning
The sun was pecking in through the blinds, a strong, heavy arm was draped over my waist. Ryanwas sound asleep, holding me close to him. I slowly trailed my finger against his forehead down to his chin, he pulled me closer to him with a smile.
"Good morning, Bella." He whispers with his eyes still shut. His hair was messy, it reminded me of when we were younger and had sleepovers.
"Morning." I said, his eyes fluttered open meeting my green ones.
I was about to say something when the door opened.
"Rya..."
A voice that I didn't recognize filled the room, I glanced at the door while he sat up immediately, he recognized the voice. His beautiful fiancée walked in with a shocked face, tears started pouring down her painted cheeks.
