Fix it - 2
8a
Summer fidgeted in bed while waiting for Ryan. She couldn’t decide if she should lie down or sit up. While she was in the bathroom, she’d thought about getting dressed, but then decided he would wonder why she bothered to get dressed just to get back into bed. But she couldn’t seem to get her nipples under control. It seemed that just the thought of Ryan moving around in her kitchen brought them to attention, and they had no intention of relaxing.
She ended up sitting up, reasoning that if she was lying down, he might think that she’d gone back to sleep and, knowing that he was bringing her breakfast that would have been rude. She pulled the covers up over her chest so he couldn’t see the evidence of what being around him did to her.
When he appeared at the doorway with the tray, she felt like all her birthdays had come at once.
She was disappointed to see that he had pulled on his jeans, but the rest of the package was unbeatable. Ryan, still in wife beater with bed-mussed hair, carrying a tray of breakfast goodies, the sun streaming through the skylights falling on him, made everything look delicious. And she meant everything. Not just the food.
“Here we go. I hope you’re hungry,” Ryan said while placing the heavily laden tray on the bed.
“I’m ravenous.”
Ryan’s eyes met hers briefly and he quickly looked away. He wished that she would stop making that sort of comment because his body was interpreting everything she said as suggestive. He was having enough trouble keeping his dick under control and she was only making it harder. Literally.
Summer noticed him look away and tried to gloss over the awkward moment.
“This looks delicious. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”
As soon as he words left her mouth she regretted them. Glancing at him, she noticed the smile slowly spread across his face. Now she was wondering what he was thinking. He was really quiet. She wondered was he running through his options.
Ryan was stunned. What the fuck? He didn’t know how he would survive this? Everything she said had his mind racing and his heart pumping. He was sure that there was no innuendo intended, and yet, that was all he was hearing. The look on her face made him want to take her, to have her, here and now … but he knew that he couldn’t. She was a friend. Nothing more. He needed to keep reminding himself of that.
Summer’s heart was pounding. She knew that whatever he wanted, he could have. If he wanted a blow job … If he wanted to take her from behind … He was so quiet ... until ...
“Dinner sounds good,” Ryan said simply.
Summer didn’t know whether to be pleased or disappointed at his suggestion.
“Sure. I can take you out for dinner. It’s the least I can do,” she replied as her mind recoiled. She was definitely disappointed. But she knew that she shouldn’t be. He’d been waiting for her to show him around New York for weeks, and now she was finally here. Of course, he’d want to go out. Just because she’d rather stay here with him didn’t mean that was what he’d prefer.
Ryan quickly corrected her. “I don’t want to go out. I want you to cook for me.”
Summer was surprised but delighted and couldn’t help the smile on her face as she responded. “Oh. You want to stay in?”
Ryan was stunned at her words. They just confirmed what he already knew. That he really needed to get laid. Everything she said, that he was sure was perfectly normal, he was hearing as sexual. He knew that if he was buried in her right now, then he’d definitely want to stay there. He realised that she was waiting for some sort of reply and nodded his head in lieu of shaking it with frustration.
“If that’s okay with you?” he replied softly. The thought of spending time together had been on his mind a lot lately.
“Sure. It sounds great.” Summer couldn’t wait. A whole night together ... on their own … alone. Better than great.
“We could go to the market later and pick up whatever you need,” Ryan suggested.
“Okay,” Summer replied, realising that she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. She wondered why even the idea of grocery shopping with him sounded like about the best offer she’d ever had.
“But I should probably go find a bed first.”
“A bed? Why?” Summer asked.
Ryan was amazed. Fuck! Couldn’t she see why? He couldn’t share a bed with her. It was hard enough to keep his mind out of the gutter when he was sharing a meal with her. He doubted that he’d ever get to sleep with her next to him. He would have to stay awake all night trying to restrain himself.
“I can’t throw you out of your own bed and the sofa isn’t really big enough for me,” Ryan explained.
“I’m only here for one more night, then I’m off to Orlando. The bed will be all yours again. It’s seems silly to buy another bed when this is already here. You might as well use it,” Summer reasoned.
“I guess. But I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight and let you have your room to yourself.”
He knew that he couldn’t sleep in the bed with her … but he also couldn’t tell her why without revealing his feelings for her.
“You can’t do that. You’ll never fit on that sofa, and you won’t be able to sleep. If someone has to sleep out there, I will. But I don’t see why we can’t just share this bed. It’s big enough for both of us. Did you have any problems sleeping last night?” she asked.
Ryan wondered how was he supposed to answer that? He was already asleep when she slipped in, and once he fell back to sleep, it was with relief that she was okay. But he knew that sleep wouldn’t come easily if he was lying there thinking about what she’s not wearing and what he wanted to do to her. But he couldn’t admit that, or she’d know what was going on in his head (and his pants). He knew that he sucked at lying, so he was going to have to keep his answer short.
“No.”
He just hoped that she wouldn’t push the issue. Otherwise he was in big trouble.
“Exactly. So we’ll just do the same tonight,” Summer responded.
Ryan gulped. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life,” she replied, her tone indicating that the discussion was over.