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Even from here, I can see the light blue centers of his eyes are rimmed by a darker navy–almost as if the light is trying to push away the dark, but it still creeps in no matter what.
I see that in him. He’s good and he’s light, but he’s also something else. And it’s that something else that drew me to him in the first place.
The longer I look, the more the dark overtakes the light.
“What’s on your mind, Ashley?” he croons, pulling me in.
I shake my head weakly. “Nothing.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, and I’m done with my statement. So, you can go.”
“What if I said I didn’t want to leave?” His voice is low and seductive–hypnotic.
“I’d say that’s too bad, because you have no choice in the matter.”
“I know you want to remember again, Ashley.” His voice drops even lower, his eyes melting into mine.
“Remember what?” I ask as he stands, closing the distance between us.
Leaning down, he braces his arms on the table, his face just a few inches from mine. My breaths are coming shallow, and my hands shake around my mug.
“You felt it. And I can tell you it was just the beginning. I can give you so much more, sweetheart. You can deny it, and you can pretend all you want, but I know.”
My eyes dart down to his lips. They’re right there.
He exhales. That simple act parts his lips, and I want to taste him. I want to see if he’s as sweet as I remember.
Tilting my chin up, he lowers a fraction of an inch. Our breaths mix, and I’m dizzy.
I’m riding on the thin edge of sanity, and just the slightest touch would push me over into a frenzy I know I wouldn’t be able to control.
That’s how he made me feel last time. Unhinged. I was out of control, and he was in charge. He gave me the freedom to relinquish the power I desperately try and hold on to at all times.
I could give in right now. I could feel that freedom again so easily.
Ryan can give me that one thing I didn’t know I needed.
“You feel it right now,” he whispers, and my eyes lift to his, seeing the need in them.
In slow motion, he moves his head lower, closing the distance. His eyes morph, and my vision blurs. I need this kiss.
But the second I feel the warmth of his lips a millimeter from mine, I pull back.
I know he’s just playing some sick game with me, and he wants to see if he can unravel me. I know he didn’t spend seven months thinking about me night and day, reliving every touch, kiss, and electric current that flowed between us. I’m sure he’s had sex countless times since then, and I’m just a blip on the radar of his conquests.
I’m the one who can’t get past a one-night stand.
I’m such a fucking cliché for all women everywhere.
Closing my eyes, I turn my head away and take a deep breath. I refuse to let him play me. Sure, we’d have a wild time that I know would blow my mind, but I also know that I’d want more. I can’t be hung up on him for another seven months when I go back home. I’ve already been miserable wanting something I can’t have.
“You need to go,” I tell him, my voice soft.
This time Ryan doesn’t say anything, he just straightens and walks out of the kitchen.
A minute later, I hear the front door close, and I take a shaky breath in.
