Page 70 of Unfaithfully Yours
I stared at the messages long enough that Ryan peered over my shoulder to read them.
“Well then,” he said.
We were already sitting on my front porch waiting for her to get home. All this time, my heart was in my throat as though I was about to face off against her in a boxing match, or potentially about to break her heart, which made no sense, but now she wasn't available.
Ryan chuckled, hooking an arm around my shoulder.
“Oh well, one more day,” he said, squeezing me. “We should go to the spa and see a movie too.”
“Yeah, maybe we should,” I agreed.
Truthfully, I didn't know what else to do with myself, so why the fuck not?
“Really?” Ryan asked hesitantly.
I turned so that we could see each other's eyes properly and nodded.
“Yeah Ryan,” I said. “Our friends know. You're hugging me on your front porch, so the neighbours probably know too.”
He glanced around, just realizing.
“What else am I going to have to do to convince you that I want this to be real?” I asked. “That I don't mind people knowing?”
He shook his head.
“I guess I just need you to give me time, Kam,” he confessed. “This is a huge change for me.”
At my look, his cheeks reddened.
“I know it's a big change for you too, but you never spent years believing it was impossible before I started jumping in bed with you. It was a surprise, but it wasn't something you thought was unattainable.”
“Just because I never thought aboutattainingit.”
He chuckled.
“Yeah, exactly.”
Snorting, I pulled him toward my car.
“You might want to tell the guys to drop off your car while we're out. I'm not in the mood to deal with them.”
“No?” Ryan asked curiously.
“Nope.” I said. “I want today to be all about us.”
Going to the movies with Ryan on a proper date didn’t feel as surreal as the rest of this relationship development had. It feltlike taking a breath and exhaling instead of holding it in. It was the easiest thing in the world.
I held his hand in the line for popcorn and didn’t let it go sitting in the theatre seats. We made jokes about the previews and picked the next movie we would see. Half way through the film all I could concentrate on was the way his thumb ran over my knuckles and I felt warm even with the AC blaring.
This was how it was supposed to be.
Afterwards we went back to his place because he was worried about Melissa walking in on us even though she wasn’t supposed to come home yet.
I indulged him because at this point I would do anything for him and relaxed on the couch with his feet on my lap while he dozed.
He was still a bit hung over and we’d both been up late last night, so it suited me just fine until a couple hours passed and all I could think about was last night.
It was like a tickle in the back of my skull, moments sticking out at me; his breath on my neck while he fucked me, the slide of his cock in and out, his tongue delving places no one else had ever been before.
