It Begins With Us

30.

"How was it?" I ask, forcing myself to give him some space as he walks in.

"It was..... uncomfortable." He confesses slamming the door a little harshly as he kicks off his shoes.

"But it wasn't horrible. Right?" I ask pressing my lips together tightly and he sighs.

"No," he begins and my heart lifts as he walks over to me, "no it was not horrible. It could have been much, much worse."

"Yes!" I cheer to myself as he wraps his fingers around my nape and pulls me in. His lips crashing against mine.

My wet eyes stay open, I don't want to miss even a fleeting second of this. Of him, trying. I watch him, as he kisses my energy, my strength from my lips, and drinks it desperately. 

Now I'm drowsy with love and he's electric.

"Will you go again?" I ask nervously against his lips and he sighs, pulling away.

"Sure." He says begrudgingly and I smile.

"Yes." I cheer again.

Ryle grins at me and leans down pushing me down. My back borrows into the couch and he presses down on me.

Ryle:

"It makes you that happy?" I ask pressing my lips to her ear and then her cheek and then trail my lips down to the underside of her jaw.

"Of course." She says looking at me as though I'm an utter idiot. "If you're taking baby steps with me, towards our happily ever after," she starts slowly as though I'm impaired, "am I supposed to be anything but this happy?" She asks incredulously.

I pull back alittle to get a fuller view of her. I stare down at her, laying beneath me, staring up at me, cheekily raising an eyebrow, like I'm stupid or something. Her shirt slides down her left shoulder and I can see the round beginning of her chest.

"I guess not." I grin and close in on her.

We kiss senselessly, till we're both drunk off of one another. Eventually, my hand goes to the band of her jeans and we come to a stand still. She doesn't pull away and I don't push any further.

In this moment I'm so sure that she's all for it, even though I know she'll regret it later. Which will in turn make me regret it as well. I shiver at the thought of her letting me in, figurativly and literally. I imagine her seeing all of me, and imagine her letting me see all of her. I shake my head and lean down pressing my face into her neck.

'I'm not thinking straight.' I think to myself.

She suddenly takes in a huge breath, her chest rising and shuddering against mine and all traces of lingering logic snaps out of existence. Before thinking straight could occur to her too, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her up to me. She gasps and I take it in capturing it with my lips. Alba instantly responds and I know this is it. She's gonna be mine, exactly what I've been waiting for from the first moment I met her.

Suddenly, a shrill sound rings out cutting through our heat, ripping us apart.

Alba:

My eyelids drag open and I watch Ryle through unfocused eyes as he pulls away digging his phone out of back pocket. I frown up at him as his eyes rake over me, his tongue flicks out and shakily coats his lips. He picks up the call and presses it to his ear, his eyes taking me in, embarrassing me, as he talks on the phone.

I turn over and try to grab for my top amid our other articals of clothing. I'm so red I feel like I'll really combust. I can't believe that almost happened. Suddenly his hand firmly takes my shoulder and pushes me back into the couch and I cringe. I struggle and he refuses only making this worse. I sigh and collapse pressing my hands to my face and my arms to my chest.

"No, it's fine Bailey, really." Ryle says all smirky and arrogant.

I grunt and cross my arms over my chest glaring up at him.

'It's from work but it's clearly not an emergancy. He won't let me leave and he's just sitting on top of me, keeping me here for his amusement while he chats this Bailey up.' I click my tongue and smirk up at him.

I push myself up, using his shoulders as support. He jerks alittle caught off gaurd and I follow him. I lurch forward and my lips bump his neck. My tongue gets involved and his free hand grabs onto my hips. I trail upwards to his ear and he shivers. I press my lips to his ear and smirk my eyes flashing sideways to meet his.

"Jerk." I whisper and a laugh rushes out of him.

"What is i-?" Bailey starts but he cuts her off.

"Gotta go." He cuts her off and cuts the phone tossing it aside.

I fall away and back onto the sofa, watching him through smug, half lidded eyes.

"Oh?" I start, stopping him as he leans down to get some. "Done with..... Barney? Was it?" Ryle bursts out into laughter and leans down, pressing his forehead to mine.

"Jealous much?" He teases.

"Well I mean you are on top of me, but calling out another woman's name." I retort and his eyebrows fly up to his hairline.

"Wow." He narrows his eyes, humming with pleasure. "I never knew you had such a jealous side."

"Why wouldn't I?" I huff and he scoffs.

"Actually I should have expected it," he begins and I narrow my eyes, "for loving me so much, your jealousy should match."

I roll my eyes and pull my legs out from under his, catching him off guard. I throw whatever I could get my hands on at him, clothes mostly, as I stumble off the couch and towards the room.

"Alba!" He shouts and I could hear the excitement in his voice.

"Ryle!" I shout back as I sprint into the bathroom and slam the door shut in his face.

"Open the door!" He demands and I snort.

"Yeah, no." I laugh and jump into the bathtub.

"I'll get you sooner or later." Ryle says playfully from the other side and I sigh to myself.

"I hope so." I whisper turning on the shower.