'I love you too…'
And Marissa for once in her life actually had a meaning. Her life all came back when Ryan's lips crashed on to hers.
'Ryan?'
'Yeah'
'Can we talk later?'
'Definitely.'
Their lips collided again and then the 'traditional removal of clothes' happened, only this time it was only Marissa that was participating – Ryan still only in his boxers was quietly watching Marissa take of her clothes. Ryan was enjoying the show, just sitting watching a beautiful girl remove her bra in front of him. Ryan every once in a while leaning in and kissing Marissa with all the passion in the world, Ryan suddenly became embarrassed when Marissa realised just how turned on he was.
Marissa just now in her black lacy thong and Ryan in his boxers – still.
Marissa kissing Ryan neck and nibbling on his earlobe and shifting herself down his body to his chest, massaging his nipple with her tongue, shifting down to his abdomen, kissing it. Getting id of his pesky boxers. Taking him in her mouth sucking him whilst Ryan was screaming out her name.
Coming back up to his lips again, sticking her tongue in his mouth. Ryan played with the waistband of her thong.
The first time they had sex, Ryan had to ask if she was ready – but this time was different. Ryan knew he didn't have to ask if she was 'ready' this time because this time it was different, it wasn't just sex between too stupid teenagers, it was two mature young adults making love.
He was inside her immediately.
Slick and sweaty bodies rocking together, clinging on too each other like two lost children. Marissa orgasmed first, Ryan second.
And they stayed like that – in the same position for the next 20 minutes – in silence, until Marissa broke it.
'Ry…?'
'Yeah Riss?'
'I'm leaving Newport.'
'I know cause we're going to Berkley.'
'No Ryan you don't get it, I'm leaving Newport and I'm not going to Berkley.'
'Marissa what why!'
'Because Ryan I'm sick of this place…the only reason I've stayed is because of you!'
'But what about you're future, jobs, collage, money?'
'Ryan, I'll go somewhere else, get settled in and get a job, and money's not an issue I took loads from the safe back home. But I wouldn't be leaving forever if I don't like where I go, I would come back In January next year and start collage, I want to do what Hailey did and explore the world.
'Alone?' Ryan whispered out.
'I don't want to be alone that's the problem though Ryan; want YOU, I need YOU. I want you to come with me Ry, so what do you say?'
'Marissa I can't just leave my family, Sandy, Kirsten would go bizarre.
'I realise that Ry, but we won't be leaving for that long.'
'Riss…I don't know, anyways for how long?
Marissa smiled realising she was getting somewhere, all she had to so now was come up with a good answer.
'Venice…or Paris…or a don't know Scotland.' Marissa laughed.
'Scotland…are you high?' Ryan joked. (In a Scottish accent) 'Well I suppose a change of weather would change us completely.'
'Really…so who are you?'
'Whoever you want me to be.' Ryan laughed
'So can we go?'
'Well…okay just as long as we get to go to a least one soccer match.'
Marissa rolled her eyes at Ryan's childish behaviour but stuck out her hand and he shook it gracefully.
'Deal?'
'Deal.'
'So do we like leave right now or…?' Ryan asked.
'Right now sounds good.'
'Why the rush?'
Marissa felt like screaming. In the 3 years Ryan had known her she would of though that by now Ryan would of known at least something about her. But obviously not. Ryan couldn't understand what the rush to get out of Newport was – to many memories, bad ones and she just wanted to leave before something went horribly wrong,
Flashback:
'We can still have fun right? Ryan asked Marissa.
'I don't know can we?
'What if you don't get a choice?' Ryan whispered
He picked up Marissa.
'Wait, no, no please stop it!' Marissa laughed
And just like he looked like he was giving in.
'I'm taking you with me!'
End flashback.
But not all memories were bad.
Marissa realised someone was snapping their fingers in front of her face whilst saying her name repeatedly
'Sorry I spaced out for a minute.'
'A minute more like and hour.'
When Ryan looked into Marissa's eyes he saw fear, and not just the fear when you're 3-years-old and you think the bogeyman's living under your bed – but actual fear, something he was not familiar with, in fact the only time he had saw fear was in Kirsten's eyes when Caleb died and Marissa's eyes when she found out her mom and dad were getting a divorce. And both of the stories did not have a pretty ending.
So Ryan knew why Marissa wanted out of Newport so fast.
He was watching her put on her clothes on so carefully so she didn't mess up her hair.
'How about New York?' he knew that Marissa loved the place and he had never been so…
'Yeah New York.' Marissa remembered the last time she was there, it was with her mom, dad and Caitlyn, they were so happy and actual family A HAPPY FAMILY, Marissa laughed, but she did love Manhattan. 'New York…perfect.'
He did the same thing that she done put all of his clothes in a small suitcase and take some money first aid kit, toiletries, and a gun – the same gun that shot Trey – it still had blood on the trigger – Marissa's blood, from where he hit her from when Marissa had tried to get Trey off of Ryan. The cops had given Sandy the gun to hand into the DA's for some reason, but he had kept it for protection.
They got into Marissa's car and drove to the airport, unaware of who was watching them, following them remembering their every move.
'Dat bitch is going down.' Says a man's voice.
That man was an enemy of Marissa's – and Ryan's and he wouldn't stop until he got his revenge of them both.
