though I use condoms all
the time, without fail.”
“You forgot tonight.”
“Yeah, I forgot tonight, babe. That’s because
I can’t think straight when I’m with you.”
“The feeling’s mutual. Well, you know I’m
clean because I’ve never had blood transfusions, done intravenous
drugs or had sex before. So it’s all good.”
“Baby, you can still get pregnant,” he says,
with a worried expression.
“I’m on the pill. It’s all good.”
“Why would you be on the pill if you’re a
virgin?” he asks, angrily.
“Well you see, one day last summer, I saw
this smokin’ hot biker guy while I was out jogging and I couldn’t
help but think about him all of the time. He told me he’d see me
around, so I thought I’d be prepared in case he did,” I smirk.
“He’s a very lucky guy.” He gives me a sexy
smirk back.
Ryder’s hot body starts moving away from me
and off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“To run a bath for you to soak in and then
I’m gonna get you some ibuprofen. You’ll be sore tomorrow and a
bath and some pain killers should help.”
Nice. Sweet Ryder is back again.
So I bathe, down the ibuprofen that Ryder
left on the vanity for me and haul on a clean pair of panties with
a tank top and head to bed. I pause inside the doorframe and look
into the bedroom.
First thing I notice is that the sheets are
changed on the bed. How embarrassing, Ryder had to change the
sheets with my blood on them.
The second thing I notice makes me forget
about the sheets. Ryder is stretched out on his back with one arm
by his side and one curled up behind his head. I can tell he’s
asleep because his mouth is relaxed and slightly parted and he is
taking slow, deep breaths. What’s so striking about this is the
very peaceful expression on his face as he sleeps.
I climb on the bed and lean into him, softly
kissing him on the lips and whisper in his ear. “Thank you for
tonight, Ryder. I love you.”
I’ve finally said the words to him out loud;
maybe next time he won’t be unconscious when I say them. Ryder
understands me like no other person I know.
I lay down with half of my body on top of
him. I hike one of my legs over his and rest my face on his chest.
I’m pretty sure that I have a peaceful expression on my face as
well, when I fall asleep listening to the beat of his heart.
Chapter 13
Flowers
I wake up the next morning with Ryder’s right
arm curling around my waist. I grip his hand in mine and turn his
arm so that I can take a closer look at the tattoo on the inside of
his forearm. It’s inked all in lower case letters and says, ‘what
matters most is how well you walk through the fire’. Being a
literature teacher, I know that this is the title of a book of
poetry by Charles Bukowski.
Somehow, I don’t think Ryder got it for his
love of poetry. It obviously has some sort of significance to the
events surrounding the house fire from when he was a child. I feel
slow movement behind me and then Ryder is nuzzling his nose behind
my ear.
“Mornin’, babe,” he whispers.
“Morning, handsome,” I reply.
“How you feelin?” he asks.
“Amazing. Why?” I return.
“Just wonderin’ if I hurt you too much.”
Mmmm. My sweet Ryder.
“I’ve never felt anything like that before
Ryder, it was beautiful. Thank you,” I say.
“Babe, don’t thank me, I gotta thank you,
again.”
“Well….You’re welcome.” I roll over, putting
my hands on his chest and feel the contours of his abs. I love
them. I lean forward and kiss his chest, wanting to do more of what
we did last night, maybe a little different. Ryder rolls over on
top of me, taking my mouth in a feverish, passionate kiss.
“You have to get ready for work babe, or
you’re gonna be late,” he growls in my ear. I know what that sexy
growl means. I glance at the clock, hoping I have time for some
before work. 7:30 am. Holy snappin’ assholes, I slept in!
“Why didn’t you wake me? I’m going to be
late,”
the time, without fail.”
“You forgot tonight.”
“Yeah, I forgot tonight, babe. That’s because
I can’t think straight when I’m with you.”
“The feeling’s mutual. Well, you know I’m
clean because I’ve never had blood transfusions, done intravenous
drugs or had sex before. So it’s all good.”
“Baby, you can still get pregnant,” he says,
with a worried expression.
“I’m on the pill. It’s all good.”
“Why would you be on the pill if you’re a
virgin?” he asks, angrily.
“Well you see, one day last summer, I saw
this smokin’ hot biker guy while I was out jogging and I couldn’t
help but think about him all of the time. He told me he’d see me
around, so I thought I’d be prepared in case he did,” I smirk.
“He’s a very lucky guy.” He gives me a sexy
smirk back.
Ryder’s hot body starts moving away from me
and off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“To run a bath for you to soak in and then
I’m gonna get you some ibuprofen. You’ll be sore tomorrow and a
bath and some pain killers should help.”
Nice. Sweet Ryder is back again.
So I bathe, down the ibuprofen that Ryder
left on the vanity for me and haul on a clean pair of panties with
a tank top and head to bed. I pause inside the doorframe and look
into the bedroom.
First thing I notice is that the sheets are
changed on the bed. How embarrassing, Ryder had to change the
sheets with my blood on them.
The second thing I notice makes me forget
about the sheets. Ryder is stretched out on his back with one arm
by his side and one curled up behind his head. I can tell he’s
asleep because his mouth is relaxed and slightly parted and he is
taking slow, deep breaths. What’s so striking about this is the
very peaceful expression on his face as he sleeps.
I climb on the bed and lean into him, softly
kissing him on the lips and whisper in his ear. “Thank you for
tonight, Ryder. I love you.”
I’ve finally said the words to him out loud;
maybe next time he won’t be unconscious when I say them. Ryder
understands me like no other person I know.
I lay down with half of my body on top of
him. I hike one of my legs over his and rest my face on his chest.
I’m pretty sure that I have a peaceful expression on my face as
well, when I fall asleep listening to the beat of his heart.
Chapter 13
Flowers
I wake up the next morning with Ryder’s right
arm curling around my waist. I grip his hand in mine and turn his
arm so that I can take a closer look at the tattoo on the inside of
his forearm. It’s inked all in lower case letters and says, ‘what
matters most is how well you walk through the fire’. Being a
literature teacher, I know that this is the title of a book of
poetry by Charles Bukowski.
Somehow, I don’t think Ryder got it for his
love of poetry. It obviously has some sort of significance to the
events surrounding the house fire from when he was a child. I feel
slow movement behind me and then Ryder is nuzzling his nose behind
my ear.
“Mornin’, babe,” he whispers.
“Morning, handsome,” I reply.
“How you feelin?” he asks.
“Amazing. Why?” I return.
“Just wonderin’ if I hurt you too much.”
Mmmm. My sweet Ryder.
“I’ve never felt anything like that before
Ryder, it was beautiful. Thank you,” I say.
“Babe, don’t thank me, I gotta thank you,
again.”
“Well….You’re welcome.” I roll over, putting
my hands on his chest and feel the contours of his abs. I love
them. I lean forward and kiss his chest, wanting to do more of what
we did last night, maybe a little different. Ryder rolls over on
top of me, taking my mouth in a feverish, passionate kiss.
“You have to get ready for work babe, or
you’re gonna be late,” he growls in my ear. I know what that sexy
growl means. I glance at the clock, hoping I have time for some
before work. 7:30 am. Holy snappin’ assholes, I slept in!
“Why didn’t you wake me? I’m going to be
late,”
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