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Chapter 14

I woke up, I was laying on my stomach and Ryan was completely on top of me. He was holding my both hands. He was completely aroused. I pushed him off me, I laid on his chest, hearing his heart beat. Feeling his slow and steady breathing. I patted on his forehead like a kid. He didn't respond. I patted him till his eyes fluttered.

"you're annoying sometimes." He said sleepily. I laughed a little too loud. He held me close by my waist. "wake up, wake up, wake up." I said mimicking little Anna's tone from frozen. I didn't know if he had watched it or not. "go away, Anna." He mimicked Elsa's tone but instead of pushing me away he just kept his grip tight on me.

I laughed again. "don't tell me you've watched frozen. Have you?" I asked him excited. He laughed at my tone. "Hope made me watch all the Disney movies with her. I always act as if I hated them. But I have to admit I like them just as much she does." He blushed. And I was so flattered by his admission.

Like which guy watches Disney? Ryan does. And I don't know why, but that thought made me like him a little more. I brushed my nose once to his nose and he looked a little taken aback and I knew my face was red at that point. But I got up and walked out of the room. "Wake up sleepy head!!" I yelled at my shoulder on my way out.

I did what I usually do in morning in bathroom. It must be boring to hear it after every five or six paragraphs. I'm getting off track. When I entered his room to see if he's still sleeping. He was standing at the door. When he looked at me, he smiled and ruffled my hair playfully.

I tried to yank his hand away but he was too fast. We both laughed. I stood in front of my closet. I wore an off white sweater with black jeans. Tied my hair in a bun. And wore my specs. I went downstairs and saw Ryan making egg and bacon for two. It smelled so delicious.

I was just standing across the slab and was admiring him. He wore a grey sweatshirt with blue jeans. I was occasionally getting a look of his ass. He turned around and looked at me for a second. "so silent? What are you thinking?" he asked, his concentration back to eggs.

"because the silence between us two never got awkward, I guess." I said the only reason that came to my mind at his question. "What is the agenda for today?" I asked following him to the lounge. We sat in our usual place, close to each other. "I don't know, what do you want to do?" he asked while tucking a strand of hair that left the bun.

I shrugged. "suggest something to me." I said while eating. He thought for a minute. "I haven't played my guitar for like a month maybe. And I have feeling that you want to learn how to play guitar...so I can teach you." He said a little nervously while putting his plate on the table.

My eyes lit up at his suggestion. He always knew what will cheer me up. I put my empty plate aside and shifted close to him. My hands on his neck. "you're actually going to teach me how to play a guitar? Oh my god!" I practically squealed. He laughed and nodded enthusiastically.

He washed our plates, I dried them. He told me to go in my room, he was bringing his guitar to my room. After two minutes he entered with his guitar. It was completely black guitar and he looked like a hot teen singer.

Well he is a hot teen singer, I thought.

He sat in the middle of the bed and with his legs opened. He patted the space between his legs. I sat there, my back was pressed against his chest. His both hands were at either side of me and his guitar was rested on my chest.

He taught me all the keys and there names. He also taught me some easy tunes. It felt so intimate sitting with him, so close, playing guitar together. We were so close yet so far. I knew my feelings and I knew how it will hurt me to be away from him. But I also knew that he felt the same way. But there was nothing declared or you can say, official between us.