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“Ryan, stop talking.” I intertwine our hands again. “You didn't make me feel guilty. I made myself-”
“Because of what you did with me,” she interrupts, her voice monotone. The next thing out of her mouth is full of emotion though. “What you're most scared of, Gabe? That's practically me. I'm not the kind of girl that guys show off to those who matter to them. I'm the You-Only-Need-One-Date girl, and before you even say something, I'm perfectly happy being that girl. My point is that you, your hopes, dreams, and personality are the complete opposite of the kind of girl I am. That's why I don't understand why you're here.”
I think carefully about what she said before I respond. “I'm here because you are more than a type or kind of girl. There's always more to a person than that, and you aren't excluded. I know that there is more to you than sex and more than a personality that keeps you in a certain category.”
“But you're concerned,” she interrupts again. Softly, she curiously adds, “Can you tell me what about me has you worried?”
“You really want me to tell you?”
“Of course. It's good to be aware of my faults.”
My brows come together, confused. “Your faults?”
“Just tell me, please.”
“These things aren't your faults, Ryan. It's what makes you who you are, and I don't see anything wrong with that.” She nods, but I can tell she doesn't believe me. “But if you really want to know, I'll tell you. All of these things scare me, sure, but I like these things about you too, okay?” Once she nods, I continue. “You're beautiful, and you have a very tempting and gorgeous body. It's almost too much considering your age. You know how to use this body very well and being pulled over when you're half naked doesn't bother you at all. Then there's how I'm six years older than you and that wouldn't sound so bad if your age didn't end with 'teen'.
“You're still in college while my lifestyle is way different than that. I'm done with that part of my life, and you're in the middle of that part for you. Ryan, sometimes, I have no clue how to handle your personality. But I like it. That's all that matters.”
Ryan's green eyes study me, with “The Gambler” of all songs playing in the background. For a moment, I worry that I've said too much. “Okay,” she finally says.
“Okay?”
“Yes. I can understand you better now, and that's really all I wanted to accomplish.”
“Good.” I lean forward to kiss her gently. She smiles, and my eyes catch sight of the clock on the wall behind her. I will have to leave in about two hours. “You said you take bubble baths?”
“Yeah?” She questions, not knowing where I'm going with this.
“I will have to leave soon, but I can go start the bath for you.”
“Oh, thank you.” Ryan slides off my lap and onto the couch.
I get up and go start our bath. Yes, I said our. Never have I taken a bubble bath, but this feels like something I should do with Ryan. Thankfully, her tub is deep and wide enough for us both. At least, it looks that way. Once there is enough water and suds, I turn off the water and quickly undress. Just as I get comfortable, I hear “You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman” start playing.
“Gabe? Is everything-” Ryan walks into the bathroom, her eyes wide. “Okay?” She finishes, tilting her head to look at me.
“I've never had a bubble bath and these suds,” I cup some in my hand as evidence, “looked like too much fun, so I thought I'd join you.”
Ryan slowly smiles. “I'm not sure if there's enough room for us both.”
“There is.”
That's all the push she needs. Ryan bunches the hem of her shirt in
her hands and slowly lifts it up and over her head, dropping it carelessly to the floor. Then she shimmies out of her bottoms, becoming completely and boldly naked in front of me. How she already has a body of a goddess, I'll never know. Even her tattoo on her hip seems meant to be there. Ryan steps into the tub across from me, lowering herself into the steamy water. Her hands find my knees and then travel up my thighs as she comes closer to me.
Her hair falls forward, the tips getting wet and sudsy. Ryan bites her lower lip before closing the distance between our lips to kiss me. It doesn't last nearly long enough, which is probably a good thing. She pulls away from me to turn around, her back tattoos partly on display. She slides back against me between my legs, our knees peeking through the bubbles. I'm already hard, and Ryan knows it.
“The point of this is to relax,” she whispers, leaning her head backwards to rest on my left shoulder.
I let my lips brush her ear as I say, “Are you not relaxed?” My fingers are twitching to touch her and leave their current place on the sides of the tub. I move them to her shoulders, moving downwards under the water, deciding to stop once I've reached her hips.
Ryan's cheeks lift when she smiles, her eyes closed. “Not yet. Give me time. I was just telling you, Officer O'Connor. You seem kind of stiff,” she bubbles out a laugh.
Smirking, I ignore her comment. My fingers begin to thrum on her hips, and I start moving them up her stomach. My thumbs just barely brush over the underside of her breasts. Ryan's eyes open.
“We're supposed to be relaxing,” she mutters, turning to look at me.
