The Laws Of Love

The Laws Of Love 11

Relax, Don't Do It! I've had Relax by Frankie Goes To HollyWood stuck in my head allllllll day! :p

I watched Grease today [ for the 3 millionth time], and I wondered if John Travolta and Olivia Newton John ever thought it'd get so famous....

Probably.. (:

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Recap from cliffhanger :P :

"I don't know what...this...is but," He pulled me closer to him, "But, I like it." He finished his voice low and vulnerable.  I sucked in a deep breath.

"I do too."

[End of Recap]

Rian's muscular arms were snugly wrapped around my waist, keeping me surprisingly warm - though, I'm not sure if it was from his body heat or the heat radiating from my face.

I'd never been so close to anyone in my life, other than Logan.

He tilted his head up and slowly took his forehead off of mine. The sudden loss of contact made me ache with need. What was this?

His arms tightened around me and his lips collided with my forehead. A feeling of pure happiness bubbled inside of me and I could no longer control the pounding of my heart. It raced away with excitement.

I snuggled deeper into Rian's embrace and for a moment, I forgot about it all - about my dad, school, his firm, and their expectations but, I couldn't forget Logan. His face glued to inside of my head and how much he depended on me. I felt free and happy but, guilt washed over me once again. Logan is right, I'm selfish. He needs me right now, and here I am.

I closed my eyes inhaling his cologne, it smelt so perfect, almost as perfect as him. This was perfect and I wondered how long it would stay perfect?

What would Rian and I be? If any thing at all? Would we date? Would it even work out? I'm sixteen and he's twenty. Not exactly, the age you want the guy who's dating your teen daughter. I know my dad possibly, better than any other person in the world. He wouldn't be happy about it. Rian could lose his job, if he already didn't.  Either way, it'd be my fault, my selfishness that ruined Rian's chances.

I'd ruin Rian.

I'm naive. Simple minded. Careless. Dumb. I don't deserve anybody as close to perfection as Rian or Logan is. Some beautiful supermodel that goes to Harvard does - not me.

As if Rian sensed my sudden insecurity, he pulled his head back and looked deep into my eyes, like he was reading my soul.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked calmly.

I shook my head, not wanting to answer but, actually not able to come up with a reasonable lie quick enough.

"Please tell me, I want to know." He pressed.

"It's...nothing. Really, It's nothing." I said while pulling a fake smile onto my face and I could tell he seen right through it.

"I care, can you just tell me?" He asked defeated.

"You." I said quickly and simply.

"Me?" He questioned.

"Mhmm." I said rolling my lips into my mouth.

"What about me?" He asked while keeping me held against this chest, our faces just inches - if that, away from each other.

"I don't..." I stopped.

"Don't, what?"

"I don't deserve you Rian." I replied reluctantly.

"What do you mean, 'you don't deserve me?' " He sounded baffled.

"You're...Rian," I stopped and looked down, unable to look into his eyes as I said the most humiliating, ego boosting thing ever, "Rian, you're perfect."

He scoffed, as his hand lifted my chin once again, making me look into his mesmerizing pools of blue and green. "Marissa, I'm far from perfect."

"That's what you think." I laughed. "You look like some kind of model and I'm- I'm just plain." I stated the obvious.

"Plain? You really think you're 'just plain'? Marissa, you're beautiful," He paused while hand cupped my cheek, and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

He thought I was beautiful?

"You're the most amazing woman I have ever seen." He whispered into the cold, nippy air; even though, I was unable to feel it's chilliness now, with the amount of warmth that was spreading through my veins at his words.

I drew in a sharp breath and held it.

"Rian..." I whispered back but, it came out like I was breathless.

"Yes?" He asked.

I swallowed my nervousness and gulped.

"......." I opened my mouth but, the only sound that made it's out was my rapid breathing, trying to keep up with the speed of my heart.

"Mhmm." He hummed once again, his face dangerously close to my own.

"Kiss me." I whispered once again in the breathless voice, I was unable to recover from.

Rian's lips neared my in astonishingly slow motion.

My breathing  hitched even higher. Excitement and nervousness washed through me, sending me a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach? Butterflies?

His warm lips collided with mine and a rush surged throughout my body.

It felt indescribable. Like fireworks.

My head spun as his lips moved in sync with my own.

Warmth inside of me, seemed to spreas like a wild fire as the simple kiss continued.

I kissed him back with as much passion as he kissed me with.

This was my first kiss. It was the best kiss. It was the kiss.

He pulled back, away from me. Both of us trying to slow our breathing down to somewhat normal. 

His arms still held me close enough to him, to where I could feel his heart beat. It rapidly sped away with my own. Questions raced through my mind, and I finally answered the question I'd been asking myself this entire time. A grin spread across my face, as I accepted it.

I can't deny it any longer.

I didn't wear any socks today.

So,  is that really what she can't deny any longer? Or is it some thing else? :O

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