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Chapter 10
The party was a few days ago. Nick had decided not to press charges after the whole ordeal. She manipulated him into thinking it would be super lame to do so after getting his ass kicked. However, her parents found out what happened after Nick fucking blabbed to them and so now the Cooper's hatred for Ryan Atwood had exponentially grown worse. They tried to convince Nick to press charges, and when they were out of the room, Marissa would try and convince him not to. Thankfully, she won in the end, but it was close. She could not believe she was trying to protect the guy she once hated. Once hated?
The whole night replayed again and again in her head. Ryan's confession of not hating her, how he only wants her to fuck him and no one else, and him sincerely thanking her. Him risking jail time, yet again, just because he was jealous. Then him saying she didn't hate her. The mere idea was laughable at first, but she just convinced her boyfriend to not press charges even though he knocked him out. She came to the realization, after fighting it inwardly for days, that she didn't hate him. Which, in turn, made her ironically hate herself. It was like that line in 10 Things I hate About You, a movie which she loved, that not hating him made her hate herself.
How did not hating him happen? Was it after the whole pill thing? Maybe. Maybe it was even before that? She had no clue, she just knew her body wasn't overcome with body trembles from being so angry when she thought of him. Those were gone. So now how did she feel? She didn't like him. This was Ryan Atwood. It's not like she had these fond warm feelings towards him. She just felt...she didn't know. She was just so thoroughly confused.
Her birthday was coming up in 2 days. Nick's family owned a bunch of Four Seasons hotels in California so her and a bunch of friends were going to Hollywood to party and crash at the hotel. She was excited for her 21st, but now everything felt so off with her and Nick. She knew Ryan was completely in the wrong with what happened, he enticed him, but she remembered how nasty Nick got. As snobby as she herself could be, Nick's words were ultra classist mean remarks, and it didn't sit well with her.
The next few days for Ryan were confusing as well. Also, embarrassing. He was so fucking embarrassed by spilling his mouth like that to Marissa. Everything came back to him the day after the party, and he wanted to crawl into a fucking ditch. He never spoke his feelings. He came from a place of keeping all feelings down and never talking about them until they self implode. It worked for him so far. But his stupid high drunk ass betrayed him.
Yet, Nick didn't press charges. He heard from Kyle that he wasn't going to and Ryan felt so relieved. He could not believe she actually did that for him. As much as he was embarrassed by his drunk ass, he also was glad for his drunk ass. Speaking to Marissa like that had her vouch for him. He still couldn't get over that. She legit convinced her boyfriend not to charge him. That was huge. She didn't hate him, that much was for sure. He may have been drunk and high but he still stood by everything he said. He didn't hate her, and she didn't hate him. How he did feel was the part he was unsure of. He never like liked a girl really. And he couldn't think that way of Marissa. He may not hate her, but there was no way he'd allow himself to like...feel something for her. That would be disgusting.
He just wasn't sure where he stood with her. All he knew is that he had this crazy attraction to her. One that absolutely consumed him whenever he saw her, one that was near impossible to shake. He knew her 21st was coming up, and as much as he just wanted to avoid her after his little outburst of truth, he also wanted to see her. And fuck her.
So he just went on with himself like normal, or as normal as he could be. Every time he thought about that night he cringed. He couldn't allow himself to get so worked up around the guys around Marissa. He had never felt such an intense jealousy like this. Jealousy? Was that even the word? He couldn't be jealous. Jealous would mean he was jealous of the guys with her, and he knew he could be that guy, he just wasn't interested in that role. So what was the word? Whatever it was, he needed to control himself. He could not risk jail time for the girl he once loathed.
He had to get her out of his head since she was now invading it when she wasn't around. It was one thing to be consumed by her when she was in the room, he couldn't help it, but when she was nowhere near it was unacceptable. He felt disgusted with himself. He was Ryan Atwood, he could have anyone, and he didn't want Marissa Cooper of all people. For sexual purposes, sure, but he could get that from anyone. Her coming back for winter break turned out to be really troublesome.
It was her 21st birthday. Her dad rented her 2 giant limos to take all of her friends to Hollywood and party safely. She hadn't heard from Ryan since the incident, which was a good thing. She didn't want to face him after his confession and her maybe realization of not hating him. She didn't want to analyze it for a 100th time, so she was relieved to rid her thoughts and party her ass off with her friend and boyfriend.
They all entered the limo's, her and 12 of her sorority sisters and 12 of her fraternity friends. With all these people they didn't think through the amount of alcohol they'd need for the ride down. So they decided to take a pit stop...at the Bait Shop.
"Someone go in and buy 10 bottles of champagne!" Brittany ordered
Nick was about to go but Marissa grabbed his arm, "Don't. I'll go" she said, not wanting to tell him who worked there
"But it's your birthday"
"Yeah, so maybe I'll get a discount" she smiled with a shrug. Nick gave her the money to treat her and she thanked him.
So her and Summer and her friend Scott all went into the bait shop to get bottles for the ride. She didn't know why she offered to go to the Bait Shop or go in...wasn't she just thanking god that she hadn't seen him the last few days? Why was she self sabotaging herself like this?
She saw him. She felt her body do this weird warm thing where it started in her legs and traveled up her whole body until her whole body felt like it was being poked at with tiny needles. She didn't know what it was but she knew she didn't like it. Yet again, her feet betrayed her brain and she found herself walking to the bar with Summer and Scott.
"10 bottles of Dom Perignon Brut, please" she yelled over the music at him
He turned and caught her eyes, and again she felt that weird sensation and her face get hot. Thinking that he wasn't looking at her with hatred like usual was strange. He didn't hate her. So what did he feel when he looked at her? Did he feel good feelings? No way, that was insane.
He saw her and felt his body do this jolty thing. He wasn't expecting to see her. He had planned to avoid for a while until he never thought about her. But there she was, in a little black dress that showed her cleavage- well, the cleavage she had- and he was right back to square 1.
"Dom? Rich kids" he shook his head softly as he went to grab 2 crates of the stuff.
He came back with all the bottles and looked at her, "That's a grand"
"A grand?" she asked, shocked at the price
"That's Dom, kid"
She looked at Nick's cash and saw how loaded this kid was and she handed over $1k like it was nothing
Ryan shook his head, "You seriously need Dom? I'm sure you guys just want to get wasted anyways"
Summer looked to Marissa, "We could just do Vueve or something. Half the price"
"It's my 21st. And not my money" she smiled
He looked at her and remembered why she could be the worst at times. She was snobby and rich, just like a Newpsie. As much as he wanted to go off on her and call her a spoiled bitch he didn't. Cause he didn't feel anger like he used to. He just...didn't. He wished so badly he did.
"You need help carrying this?" he asked instead
She was still shocked at how cordial they acted towards one another, no longer telling each other to kill themselves and threatening to murder. Now he was offering to carry something for her.
"Nah I got it" Scott said and grabbed the crates from Ryan and started off to the limo's with Summer in tow.
"Bye Ryan" Summer said and left
Marissa was about to leave but he called her name
"Marissa"
She turned, confused, and walked towards him
"Yeah?"
"happy birthday" he shrugged, hoping his nonchalance made it less weird
She bit the inside of her lip and gave a soft nod, "Thanks, asshole"
He smirked, "Later slutbag"
She laughed a little and walked off. She laughed a bit. From him. Not at him but from him. That was the first time he saw her smile in his general direction. It was...nice. Weird but nice. What the fuck was happening to him? Why was he acting like such a little bitch? He really hated this version of him around her. It's just...fuck he hated the thought of her returning to that limo where that fucker would be.
Another genuine moment with the guy she once hated. Once hated. Ugh again this was so confusing to her. She hated how jumbled her emotions felt when she thought about him. First she felt this surge of anger, then she realized she doesn't feel angry, then she felt ridiculous amounts of lust, and then that fizzles into something else. The rollercoaster she went on every time he popped into her head was enough to institutionalize her.
So, she got back into her limo with all of these feelings still floating around within her, back to her boyfriend who wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap. She was snapped back to reality and shook the thoughts away, not wanting to concentrate on them right now. Right now, she wanted to get trashed to celebrate her 21st. So, she took a popped bottle and swigged from it. Time to forget.
She was beyond drunk. It was 3am on the strip and she was full on wasted. She wouldn't remember any of this in the morning as she walked sloppily arm in arm with Nick back to the hotel room. Horny Marissa was kicking in as she almost dragged Nick to their room. The others went back to the hotel on their own time, all separating into 10 rooms that Nick had booked besides the one room just for him and Marissa, which was a suite.
She entered the room and began attacking Nick with her mouth. At this point it could be any guy, a disgusting guy, and she would have attacked him with force. Nick, who wasn't as drunk tried to calm her and take control, placing her on the bed where she wouldn't sway so frantically.
He began attacking her neck and pulled off both of their bottoms, not being much of a foreplay guy. He immediately entered her and thrusted. Marissa put her head back and groaned, completely out of it. She bit her lip, liking the sensation and felt herself react as he sucked her neck. And then it happened.
"Fuck yes, Ryan" she murmured
And then it stopped. He pulled off of her. Looked at her dead in the eye and asked
"What the fuck did you just say?"
She stared lazily at him
"Wha?" she asked unaware and drunk
"You just said Ryan!" he yelled and hopped off of her
She groaned and sat up on her elbows, unsure of what was taking place
"Who?"
"Ryan! You said Ryan!"
As drunk as she was she knew she fucked up somehow.
"Wha?" she asked again
"YOU SAID ANOTHER DUDE'S NAME WHEN I WAS FUCKING YOU!" he yelled in her face
She ran her hand through her hair, not being able to keep her head up it fell back on the pillow, "I did not" she slurred
"Yes you did! And it better not be the guy who I am thinking of!"
"Who?" she asked
"RYAN! The fucking dude who hit me in the goddamn face!" he screamed
"I didn't- I don't. I don't know what you're saying" she slurred and put her head to the side, closing her eyes
He jumped onto the bed shaking her
"Marissa! WHO THE FUCK IS RYAN? And why are you saying his name?" he yelled maniacally
"I donno..." she murmured before passing out
"You fucking slut!" he yelled, his ego so bruised he was furious. If this was the Ryan from the party, the asshole he was scared this was, he was going to absolutely lose it.
"You stupid fucking bitch!" he was now yelling to himself in the room, wanting to absolutely strangle this chick. No one says another name to him while he's fucking them.
He was screaming obscenities and slammed the door to their room going into the hallway when he saw Summer and Brittany come up drunkenly and asked what was wrong
"You're dumb fuck slut friend said another name while we were fucking" He said, drunk himself and now just inconsolable
Summer pressed her lips together because she was about to laugh. Her drunkeness couldn't handle this right now
"Hmm" she said instead, trying to hold back the laughter "Who?"
"Ryan" he spat, "And it better not be that fuckin poor ass thug who punched me or I swear to god I will kill him"
"Wait wait wait" Summer shook her head, now confused, "Ryan as in Ryan Atwood? Like the person she hates? Or definitely did hate but...yeah...that Ryan?" She asked
He nodded and she burst out laughing as did Brittany
"Um, yeah no. That's a no" Brittany now said, laughing at even the idea that those two would ever
"Then who the fuck is Ryan?" Nick screamed
Summer rolled her eyes, this guy's drunken belligerence was irritating her. She never liked Nick, and this was far too amusing to take seriously
"I don't know, maybe Gosling? I think of him sometimes during sex," Summer shrugged
"Same!" Brittany smiled, "Oh or Reynolds"
"Ah, true" Summer agreed and nodded
"Fuck you both" Nick said and stormed past them
Summer snorted a bit from laughter and turned to Brittany, "Ryan Atwood?"
"Hilarious" Brittany shook her head as they headed to their room
The next day was horrendous. Marissa woke up running to the bathroom to vomit, and then was greeted by her best friend, telling her what took place the night before, because Marissa sure as hell couldn't remember.
"I said another name? Who? Why? When?" Marissa questioned rapid fire. She had no recollection of anything past 1am. The last thing she remembered was doing a SoCo and lime shot. Then it all went dark.
"Well that was the funny part" Summer said, biting into some toast, "Because you happened to say Ryan"
Marissa's heart stopped. She was pretty sure this is what it felt like to have a heart attack. Her whole body went numb, she broke out into a sweat, her whole body started heaving and she ran to the bathroom and vomited more.
Summer ran to take care of her friend and hold back her hair. "Jeez, I know you hate that name because of Atwood but I didn't think it would cause this much of a reaction"
Marissa flushed and stayed seated on the floor resting against the toilet. "So, what did Nick do? I mean, I don't know who I was referring to" She lied. I mean there were a ton of Ryan's, she could pass this off as nothing right? She had to.
"Nick flipped, I mean really flipped," Summer rolled her eyes at his reaction. "He got a ride out of here back to Beverly Hills. That's right. He was such a giant baby he legit called a car service to bring him back home, 3 hours away. 3 HOURS!"
Marissa covered her mouth in shock, and nausea. "Oh my god" she uttered. This whole thing was ridiculous. She said his name? HIS name? Like some stupid movie where the girl says another guys name in bed, that actually happened to her? And why would she say his name? Just because she had the best sex with him? So what? Nick was good! Why was she thinking of him? She had to be thinking of him actively in order to say his name.
She tried not to think of him the whole night after their little run in at the Bait Shop, and when her mind turned off from the alcohol she must have allowed her thoughts of him to reenter. She hated her drunk brain so much right now. And her dumb mouth. But at least no one suspected the Ryan she meant. That was all that really mattered, that no one suspected.
Summer rubbed her friends shoulder, "I know sweetie, but a guy who is that bruised by one little slip like that is SOOOOO pathetic"
Marissa nodded. Truth be told she wasn't at all upset at the fact Nick was mad and left. That was the least of her worries.
"So, tell me the truth...was it Ryan Gosling?"
Marissa snapped out of her rapid thoughts and looked at Summer, "Huh? Oh. Yeah I think so. Or Reynolds" she lied
Summer slapped her knee, "I knew it! The hilarious thing is" she started laughing, "Nick thought it could maybe be Atwood"
Marissa felt her stomach drop and almost cause her to vomit again. She felt the sweating start again and the shaking, "W What? Ew. No. God, no."
Summer saw her friends reaction and her laughter wained off. "I mean, that's crazy...right?"
Marissa was still sweating, not liking this line of questioning. She never really lied to Summer, not being able to since they've known each other since pre-school. "Um duh! I hate Ryan Atwood!" she scoffed
Summer looked at her friend. Her now sweaty-not-making-eye-contact, friend. Her friend who she divulged everything too and vice versa.
"Marissa...?" She whispered questioning.
Marissa looked down, not wanting to look at her friend. She almost felt like crying.
"Holy. mother. fucking. shit" Summer gasped standing up, "RYAN ATWOOD! RYAN ATWOOD?!"
Marissa jumped up, which was a bad idea because she was so hungover, and slapped her hand over her friends mouth, "Shut. Up"
Summer kept saying oh my god into her friends hand as she felt like she was hyperventilating. Her whole body was shaking as she tried to process this crazy ass information.
As Summer calmed down Marissa took her hand off her mouth. Marissa then went into the bedroom area and sat on the bed, holding her head in her hands, "I didn't want anyone to know"
Summer followed her, still in shock. "How? When? Where? How long?"
Marissa groaned, never wanting to answer these questions. "Back in the summer. Just a couple of times"
"A COUPLE TIMES? IN THE SUMMER? WHEN YOU HATED HIM?" she was screaming again
"SUMMER QUIET!" She yelled at her friend, so scared someone would over hear.
"I'm sorry" Summer whispered, now pacing because she was full of a thousand questions.
"But how? Did you ever hate him? Was this all some kind of ruse?"
Marissa scoffed, "No I hated him. Hate him. Hated him" she held her head, still unsure of those thoughts.
"What about now?" She asked
"What about now?" Marissa asked back
"So like, what, do you like him or something?"
Marissa scoffed super loud this time, "ME? Like Ryan Atwood? Oh my god ew no! Never!"
Summer crossed her arms, looking at her friend suspiciously, "Well then why are you thinking of him during sex?"
"Because" Marissa's cheek grew deep red thinking about it, "I...he...I liked fucking Ryan ok? Is that what you want to hear? It was the best sex I have ever had" She let it all spill. She wasn't going to lie, it felt actually really good to finally confide in someone about this. She carried such a weight not telling her best friend about this.
"Wow" summer held her head as if the amounts of thoughts were going to burst out. "You and Ryan Atwood. Having sex. This is a lot"
"Had sex. HAD" Marissa corrected
"So let me get this straight" Summer pointed, "You had sex with him months and months back, but still actively are obviously thinking of it considering last nights call out. Yet you feel nothing towards this guy?"
Marissa looked at her friend. She was just so confused and having someone directly cutting to the chase was forcing her to confront these thoughts. "I mean, I don't think so. That'd be gross. It's Ryan Atwood, ya know? He's ill mannered, a bartender, crass, sort of an asshole, a womanizer, my childhood tormenter...I mean I can't"
Summer saw how conflicted her friend was about this and Summer knew the answer. Her friend was just too scared to see, and knew why she was. It must be super confusing to go to such a visceral hatred for someone to maybe feelings for them. Summer was having a hard time just hearing about it never mind living it.
"Just because you 'can't' does not mean you don't" she told her
Marissa looked at her friend, "There is no way, Sum" she shook her head. There was no way she could like Ryan Atwood. He went against everything she liked in a guy. Although look how the guys she liked turned out. She knew she was crazy attracted to him and his demeanor was sort of a turn on, but that couldn't translate to feelings. Could it? She felt almost an anxiety attack coming on just at all considering the fact.
Summer didn't want to push it, seeing her friend very confused. Summer sat beside her friend, "Well I won't tell anyone if that's what you were worried about"
Marissa gave her a soft smile, "Thanks Sum" she said, before fleeing to the toilet to vomit
The next few days were some of the most confusing days for Marissa. She went through a breakup and was forced to deal with how she felt about Ryan, all within 2 days of each other. Nick called her a slew of names, like the true gentleman that he was, and then deleted her from ever social platform, which was fine by her. It would be awkward since he was friends with a lot of her fraternity friends, but knew her sorority sisters had her back. Thankfully, the whole 'Ryan' name thing didn't ring a bell with anyone else so the identity of the name never became a thing.
The whole Summer knowing thing really was a blessing. She finally didn't feel like she had this gigantic secret from her best friend, and she could talk things out with her. Summer however seemed to have way too much of an interest in the whole Ryan Marissa relationship. She always brought it up and wanted way too vivid of details about their sex. Which, Marissa wasn't going to lie, she liked divulging about that aspect. She felt it was sort of brag-worthy.
But every time Summer pushed towards the subject of how she felt for him, Marissa would always say she didn't know and wouldn't allow herself to like him. And she always ended it there. So when Summer asked her if she wanted to go to the Bait Shop for some drinks Marissa always said no. She couldn't be faced with all of that right now. And Summer, knowing not to push her friend, avoided the Bait Shop with her.
So that's how it went, for a few days, before her dumbass brother dropped the bomb that he was going to have a "few friends over" for "Christmas festivities" while their parents went to visit their dad's family in Palm Springs. Which of course meant he would be there. He had to be. Every time she had an avoidance measure in plan there was always a stupid party or celebration that caused her to see him. But she wouldn't allow it this time, she would go stay at Summer's or Brittany's while the party took place. Simple.
Of course when she asked Summer to stay at her house, Summer told her she would be attending because Seth was invited. And when she heard Marissa wouldn't be there Summer finally put her foot down with this whole avoidance measure.
"This avoidance thing isn't practical anymore Coop. Avoidance isn't dealing with whatever the hell you're thinking"
"It works. And I go back to school in 3 weeks and then it's all behind me"
"And what happens if you run into him within these 3 weeks? I thought you said you didn't like him, that you 'couldn't' like him. So why are you so scared to see him?"
"I'm not 'scared' I just don't want to deal with him," Marissa said
"Come on Coop, we can hang away from all of them anyway it's no a big deal. Were you just never going to go to the Bait Shop for the rest of your trip? That's crazy"
"Fine" Marissa succumbed. Her friend was right. And who knew, once she saw him maybe everything would be clear; that she tolerated him and nothing more.
Ryan was glad he hadn't seen her as well. Out of site out of mind. Well, not completely. She still sometimes forced his way into his mind at times that were less than ideal. Like when he was fucking Sophie. But, it was more tolerable not seeing her. He assumed when he was invited to Kyle's party that she would be absent from it. There was a part of him really wishing she wouldn't be, but his rational side hoped she wasn't. His dick definitely wanted her there.
So, he put on his long sleeved gray henley shirt, his jeans, made sure his hair wasn't completely all over, and made his way over to Kyle's. He entered the house seeing about 20 people there, thankfully most people he liked. He saw Seth and made his way over to him, slapping his back
"Hey man!"
Seth winced at the slap, being too fragile for a manly slap. "Hey"
"Where's the ol' ball and chain?" Ryan asked, referring to Summer
"Oh she's upstairs with Marissa" he shrugged
Marissa. She was here? Just knowing she was in the vicinity kind of mind fucked him a little.
"But don't worry they won't be making an appearance" Seth assured him
Ryan felt a little bummed. He knew if he saw her those animal instincts would kick in, but he still wanted to see her. He liked the rush. But he knew it was probably for the better that he didn't. "Oh good" Ryan said and scoffed
"Time to get fucked up, eh?" Ryan then said, feeling that was the best course of action
"I guess I can get a tad fucked up, yeah"
Ryan went straight to the bourbon and poured himself a huge glass of it. It must have been a 4 shot-worthy glass. Unfortunately for Ryan, there was no girl in the room that he could focus his sexual energy on, on account of they all had boyfriends or he had fucked them in the past and it'd be too weird to go there again.
The party was nice and calm, everyone was drinking a bunch of punch and eggnog and playing pong. Ryan was shooting some pong, about 2 glasses full of bourbon in, when he saw her come down. He could tell she didn't want to get involved as she went to pour herself a drink with Summer. She looked so fucking hot and she wasn't even trying. She was in jeans and loose tee-shirt, with her hair pulled to a messy fishtail braid that went to the side. Any other girl in that you would think nothing really of it, but she was still show stopping attractive. He looked at the area of skin showing where her shirt didn't quite mean her jeans. He pictured pulling her shirt up and fucking with her chest. He...
And then he was yelled at to shoot already. He snapped out of his daydream, lazily shot his pong ball, and took a giant swig of his bourbon.
She knew he was in the room but didn't want to look around. She poured herself some punch for her and Summer and turned to go back upstairs but caught his eye. He was looking. His eyes always caused her to flush and feel super hot all over. She kept his eye contact as she walked passed them. He looked so good and was in nothing special. Just a henley that even though was long sleeved and not super tight, you saw his bulging biceps and taut pecs. His slightly longer hair was pushed up out of his eyes, and his scruff was dangerously sexy. She felt that tingling sensation that she hated as he looked at her walk by, and she looked back, and then walk out of sight up the steps.
Summer saw the whole thing and kept her mouth shut. Marissa thought she was being so discreet but she was pretty fucking obvious. Summer was actually annoyed at herself for not picking up on their energy sooner. It was obvious once you knew. She also knew, despite Marissa's lax outfit, that she put a lot of thought into her 'i don't care but i care a lot' look.
"If you want to stay at the party we can," Summer said as they walked to Marissa's room, where they had been spending the evening.
"Um, no way," Marissa said as if the idea was crazy
"Fine," Summer said and went to Marissa's room. She would just allow her friend to be in denial.
Ryan could hardly fucking take it. It had been 4 months of not kissing and fucking her. 4 months of not tasting her at all or feeling her. He didn't know about this Nick kid but he couldn't just sit around. He found it impossible. His booze filled brain could not take it any longer and knowing she was in the same house as him he couldn't just sit back any longer. He literally could not stand still.
He went up to Kyle, "Hey bro I gotta shit so I'm gonna use the nice bathroom upstairs, cool?"
Kyle laughed, "Yeah bro, you know that rule doesn't apply to you"
And there he had it. Shit was always a good excuse. His booze filled brain didn't even have a plan. He was like a shark that had smelled blood and just followed the scent without knowing what he was going into. He trudged up the steps and then got to her room which was closed. What now? Summer was in there? His dumb drunk ass didn't think this through. Then he had something.
He knocked.
"What?!" He heard her yell
"Kyle needs you!" he yelled back
She then opened the door and he saw the look on her face. Her face did that pink thing it did around him which he fuckin loved. He knew he affected her, and he loved it. He realized he was staring and looked past her at Summer, "Sup Sum"
"Sup? Sup Ryan?" She mocked him
He just nodded in her direction and Marissa followed him down the hallway. Her heart was beating wildly fast, being alone with him was exactly what she was meaning to avoid. Yet he smelled ridiculously good; like bourbon and his usual scent of cigarettes, wood, and pine.
"What does Kyle want?" she asked
Ryan looked around for clearance and grabbed her wrist, "C'mere" he said and pulled her into the guest room.
"What are you doing?" She asked, her heart beating so fast she was pretty sure he could hear it.
"I just gotta-" he shrugged and grabbed her face with both hands, kissing her.
She knew she should pull away but was absolutely not going to. She felt the tingling in her body now completely all over as soon as his tongue tangled with hers. His hands were guiding her head to tilt with him in the most passionate kiss she had ever experienced in her life. He tasted even better than he smelled, and was so much better than she even remembered.
Her hands grabbed wildly at the front of his shirt, clutching onto it as he pushed her against the door, his hand grazing above her pants but not entering them, much to her chagrin. She totally wanted to feel him, this kiss was driving her absolutely crazy.
And then he pulled away. She almost whimpered when he did so. She was somewhat in a state of shock, breathing heavily from the kiss as she looked at him.
"What are you doing?" Marissa asked again, breathlessly
"I wanna do that constantly to you" he admitted, "It's a sickness, really" he smirked "And I'd fuck you so hard you won't be able to see straight, but I gotta get back downstairs. Which is why I want to fuck you after this party. And I think you want to be fucked so you should probably agree"
He was so forward she should be disgusted at his assumption. But she knew she would.
Her silence made him half-smile, knowing it was an agreement.
"I'll come find you after it dies down. Maybe stretch a bit, it's been 4 months so I'm probably going to really tear shit up" he said and opened the door behind her.
The thing that made this encounter different was he stopped before leaving, leaned in and kissed her deeply before pulling back.
"See ya later" he said and went back downstairs
She stood still silent in place, staring at where he just left and feeling her lips still tingling. Oh my god. This brashly, overtly sexual asshole, had her. She liked Ryan Atwood. She hated herself.