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Theresa sits with Ryan while he eats most of the soup. She waits until she is satisfied before eating her own soup. He leans back against the couch and closes his eyes.
"Nauseous already?" Theresa asks. He nods.
She turns his body to sit between her legs. She starts to massage his shoulders. He relaxes against her. He is comfortable in her arms and he feels like he can breathe for the first time in days. She kisses the back of his neck. She continues kissing him. He turns and returns her kisses for a few minutes. Finally, he pulls away, breathless.
"I can't do this…" Ryan says, pulling away and standing up.
"Why?"
"I'm with Marissa now…"
"Have you even slept with the princess yet?" Theresa laughs.
"Theresa…"
"Come on, Ry. We've always had significant others when we were together, damn, kid…" Theresa gets up and goes to his side, pulling his lips against hers.
"No, Theresa…stop…"
"Ryan, don't be like this…I miss you…I need to make sure you're okay," She adds.
"Theresa, I don't need this right now…"
"I need to make sure you're okay before I leave, Ryan. We're moving," She whispers. "Away from Chino. To Vegas with my mom's brother…"
"Theresa…"
"So when I heard about Trey, I had to come and check on you…I had to say goodbye…" She whispers as she kisses him.
"Theresa, wait…"
"You didn't say goodbye to me when you left, Ry…you owe me this…say goodbye to me, Ryan…let's be together one more time," Theresa urges.
"Wait…I can't…" Ryan pulls away, taking several steps away from her and holding his hands up. "I can't do that…"
"You were just kissing me, you know you want to…" Theresa urges.
"I think you should go…" Ryan whispers.
"What?"
"Damn, Theresa…you came here and told me that I shouldn't feel guilty for turning my brother away, that I had to walk away from that part of my life…but you want me to turn away from my life here and be with you and I…I just can't…" Ryan says as he takes several steps back.
"Ryan, baby, it's different…"
"I think you should go, Theresa," Ryan says slowly.
"Okay." She walks away from him.
"You know that there'll always be something between us, Theresa. We don't need the sex to prove it…" Ryan starts.
"Fuck you, Ryan. You have changed. You're not the same…you'll never be the same…" Theresa snaps, slamming the door as she walks out of the poolhouse. Ryan glances up and sees Sandy and Kirsten watching from the main house as she storms away.
Ryan walks slowly to the bathroom and throws up all the soup he just ate. When he walks out, Sandy is standing in the poolhouse.
"Theresa left in a hurry," Sandy says quietly.
"Yeah. I don't really want to talk about it," Ryan replies.
"She didn't want a ride?"
"She'll make it okay," Ryan mutters.
"Ryan…"
"I don't want to talk about it," He repeats.
"I have to ask, Ryan, because you…"
"Yes, I'm upset. I'm really pissed. She came all this way because she was worried about me. I asked her to leave. That's all you need to know, Sandy," Ryan says defensively.
"What did she want from you, Ryan?"
"What?" Ryan snaps, confused.
"You asked her to leave and from what I could tell, she really seemed to get through to you. What did she ask you for?" Sandy asks.
"Sandy, don't…" Ryan says, taking a couple of steps back from him. "I promise that you don't want to know."
"Ryan, talk to me. I really don't like having to pump you for information," Sandy says quietly.
"Then don't…" Ryan snaps.
"Talk to me…"
"She wanted a goodbye fuck, Sandy, okay? I turned her down and she got pissed off. Is that enough talking for you? Damn," Ryan snaps. He turns away from Sandy and his body is tense as if he's considering bolting.
"Ryan, I'm sorry…" Sandy gasps.
"Don't. Can I go for a walk? I'm feeling a little suffocated right now…" Ryan admits.
"I don't think…" Sandy starts.
"Whatever…" Ryan says before he can finish. He sits down where he is standing in the poolhouse on the floor. "Can you just leave me alone, then?"
"Okay, Ryan…" Sandy says. He opens his mouth to speak but Ryan is holding his face in his hands. Sandy leaves him alone.
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