Neighbors

Chapter Ten: Making The Same Mistakes

I chewed on my lower lip, as Ian closed the door behind us. His house was surprisingly silent. Hercules must be asleep somewhere, because he would have come running out at the sound of our footsteps. I plopped myself onto Ian's red suede couch, as he disappeared into the kitchen. 

I had no idea what he wanted to talk about, but it was making me nervous. I rested my hands on my lap as he came back shortly after, gulping a water bottle down his throat. His eyes fell onto mine as a smile drifted across his face. 

"What are you smiling about?" I asked folding my arms across my chest. 

Ian shook his head, nonchalantly. "No reason in particular."

I rolled my eyes. People don't just smile for no reason. He was clearly up to something. After a moment of two of silence, I stood up, brushing myself off. 

"If you're not going to say anything, then I'm leaving," I retorted walking towards the door. Just as I had my hand on the doorknob, Ian spoke up. 

"I lied to you, Ryder," he finally said. My eyes darted to his, as he walked towards me, his eyes not leaving mine once. 

"When I told you Alan was away on business, I lied," he continued. "I broke up with him."

I glanced back towards the door, unable to process what I was hearing. He had broken up with Alan. My fingers gripped tightly against the knob, as I felt Ian hovering behind me. He rested his hand on my shoulder, turning me towards him. His hazel green eyes stared into mine for a moment, before I quickly glanced down at my ground. 

"Well, why did you do that?" I managed to say, not really sure if I wanted to hear the answer. 

Ian sighed. "Because I am in love with someone else, and I would be lying to myself if I pretended to care about him as much I care about you."

Ian's fingers found their way onto my chin, as he lifted my head up. I could feel my heart beating outside of my chest, and I didn't like it. I didn't like that he had the power to make me feel this way. That he could just say a few nice words and have my heart racing like the first time he and I kissed. I couldn't look at him. I didn't want to. 

"Ryder, look at me," he asked as I chewed on my lower lip. "I'm in love with you. I don't want anyone else but you. And I know . . .  Gotdamnit Ryder! I know that you feel the same way. You can pretend like you care about that college guy, but deep down, you and I both know that you still love me too."

I shook my head, turning towards the door. Just as I reached for the doorknob again, Ian grabbed my hand, pulling me upstairs towards his bedroom. He closed the door behind us, as he grabbed my chin, and locked his lips onto mine. I fell back onto his bed, as his lips moved in synch with my own. His hands found their way onto my chest as he unbuttoned my shirt without hesitation. His lips creeping, ravenously past my lips, and down to my neck, and chest. 

Soft moans echoed through my throat as Ian's hands slid up my thigh, and onto my belt buckle. His lips didn't move off my skin, as I anxiously squirmed underneath him. 

"Ian," I choked as his kisses sent waves through my body. "We shouldn't do this - I shouldn't . . . Fuck. Stop doing that."

Ian ran his tongue down my sternum, completely ignoring me. As much as my mind was telling me that this was wrong, my body was telling me a completely different story. Shit - they weren't even in the same genre of stories. The way Ian's lips were moving, there was no way I could think straight. 

"Ian," I sighed in between my loud moans. "I have a boyfriend."

He stopped for a moment, his hazel green eyes fixated on mine. "Not tonight."