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Chapter 14
Sunny’s POV
I had to bite my lip to stop me from kissing him, just to make my point clear, or so I repeated to myself in my head, cause I haven’t had this urge to kiss him in months, and I didn’t wanna go back there. Still, there we were, staring at each other till both of us looked away at the same time, me going back to the pancakes, Ryan stretching his pinky for me to shake it.
“That’s so kindergarten.” I said with a chuckle.
“Hey, it was you who brought it up, now…” He said offering me his pinky again, his freakishly long pinky… all the things he could do with those fingers-- Okay, not thinking about that now. I shook my head and tangled his pinky with mine.
“Now if they take you to China they’ll have to take me too.”
“Great! I’ll have to add that to my résumé.”
“You better do!” Ryan giggled and sat on the counter again. “You can write awesome screen plays and I’ll write the scores.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I giggled, finishing the pancakes while Ryan set a couple of trays for us to eat in his room while watching a movie.
Things where getting back to normal, and even when I still had sudden bursts of I-wanna-fuck-his-tiny-ass, we managed to keep it friendly. Or at least friendly enough, cause all we could do now was to laugh at what happened, so it became kind of an inner joke between us, the sly comments going back and forth, an occasional bite, a lost hand somewhere inappropriate, lots of teasing with lollipops… At least there was no awkwardness now and we managed to remain faithful to our silent agreement of staying the fuck away from screwing thing up again, in more ways than one.
Even the night of the party, where we had a complete blast, despite the annoyingness of Brendon Urie, and got back home completely wasted. We were literally carrying each other into the house, giggling and laughing and still teasing each other and Ryan managed to trip over and go down flat on his face. Between my own giggle fit and wobbly legs I took him up and carried him to his room. When he fell on the bed he dragged me down with him. Like many other times, Ryan laid on top of me deadweight.
“Ryan… air…” I chuckled. He just mumbled something I didn’t quite get. “I’m going to tickle you!” I giggled drunkenly. Suddenly, Ryan’s hand trapped both of my wrists above my head. (Damn him for his sexy long fingers and damn me for bony wrists). His forehead pressed against mine, his eyes closed, his teeth sinking on his lip. His other hand slowly slid down my side making me gasp from the ticklish feelings, till he reached the waistband of my jeans and played with the buttons. I sucked in air.
“Do you trust me?” He asked softly and I gulped. I didn’t really know what to answer. I trusted him, with my life even… or maybe I did trust him, but I didn’t trust me in all this.
“Wha-what are you doing?” I said instead.
“Just answer me, please…” He whispered, fingers still at my button. “Do you trust me on not messing up again?” He asked popping the button open, going for the next… and the next.
I bit my lip, feeling completely torn. But… “Yes, I do.”
“Great.” Ryan opened his eyes and looked at me with a smile, kissing the tip of my nose. He rose from the bed and made me kick my shoes off, sliding my jeans down and off, doing the same with his slacks and throwing his shirt on the pile of clothes a second after. Ryan smiled again as he came back to bed, my mind was spinning on the alcohol and I couldn’t think clearly. I had no idea of what was happening, but sure as hell I didn’t wanna screw it up again. It had taken me enough time and tears to get over this. Sure as hell I didn’t wanna go back to that.
I was about to get the fuck out of there and run for the hills, when Ryan slid us both under the cover and snuggled close into my neck, his usual spot.
“Good night, sunshine.” He whispered, placing a small tender kiss on my shoulder before wrapping his arms around my waist. He took a deep breath and allowed himself to doze off.
I chuckled a little and shook my head. Of course I trusted him, he now knew everything and he wasn’t going to hurt me anymore. I believed that. Tonight was prove that things could be normal again, that we could be around each other and be nothing more than friends. Best friends. I felt a wave of relief at realizing that and smiled, like I lifted a big weigh off my shoulders.
I hugged Ryan and kissed the top of his head, whispering “Thank you” in his hair, though he was already asleep.
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