Chapter Thirty Three

Marissa giggled, as she gazed at Ryan frivolously, "You know," Marissa paused as she saw the enlightenment in Ryan's eyes. She continued to say in a more serious voice, "You're alright too." Marissa grinned as she crawled over to Ryan. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she pushed herself towards his lips. She smiled as their lips finally met- she giggled with that. Ryan felt a piercing feeling in his chest- then he realised he was well out of breath. He pulled away gracefully as he inhaled deeply.

"Just alright?" Ryan asked as he surrendered to the urge to kiss this beautiful girl longer. Marissa laughed as she too, did not resist this temptation. She embarked in what seemed the most beautiful moment of her life. She realised she had kissed Ryan before, but never had she had this one feeling that seemed to feed off her happiness. Never had she felt like this guy was the one. When she pulled away again, searching for breath, her arms were still wrapped around him, as she sat tentatively on his lap, close to his face.

"Ehh, possibly a little more then alright," Marissa paused as she pecked a kiss into Ryan's lips, a wide grin enveloping her flawless face. "Is too perfect for words enough?" Ryan groaned as he continued to kiss this girl that he knew as Marissa for quite some time now. He had been with her before, but never had he got a feeling that he really, sincerely loved her.

Finally, when they calmed down, Marissa cuddled into Ryan's chest, as she enjoyed his gentle caressing against her shoulder. She smiled when she realised there was no other girl in the world that fit so perfectly in his arms. Marissa smiled gratefully, as she thought about the rigid road they had once had to endure. Ryan sighed as he finally felt secure with Marissa laying so peacefully in his arms.

"Ryan?" Marissa said quietly, as to not interfere with the silence.

"Mmhm?" Ryan said just as quietly, listening carefully.

"I've never felt like this with any other guy," Marissa said as she looked ahead of her gaze thoughtfully. "Maybe you are a little more then alright…" Marissa's voice trailed off as she started to smile harder then before.

"I'm flattered." Ryan joked, as he embarked the feeling of Marissa and him together- ultimately, he accepted that she was the one for him. Marissa and Ryan sat in silence for a long, romantic moment.

However, Kirsten could not stand not knowing what was happening in her son's life. She almost pounced up the stairs. When she finally stopped dead in front of Seth's intimidating doors, she wished she wasn't so nosy. She knocked politely, and walked in anyway after Seth gave her a welcoming Salute.

"What happened tonight?" Kirsten asked- at that moment, she wished she weren't so upfront and personal. Her directness frightened Seth beyond words. Seth gazed at his mother hoping she would rephrase her sentence, and say it in a lesser motherly tone. If she had only approached him a little slower, perhaps he'd be slow enough to reply not realising that information he was sharing. Kirsten smiled as she saw the uncertainty brimming Seth's face, "I'm sorry," She covered her forehead with the palm of her hand- the coldness soothing her aching head. "What I mean is, is everything okay?" Kirsten looked up at Seth, her tired eyes weary, but lips nevertheless smiling joyfully, waiting for the truth.

"Well," Seth started. That was the only word he could muster, "Well," He repeated apprehensively, "Nothing happened, mother, if that is what you are asking. We had a pleasurable evening that was emotional, and too gruesome with details that you would never want to know. But we're all alive, and that is what truly counts, dearest conceiver of myself." Seth smiled. Kirsten's face hardened, as she remembered that her son was the worst liar. She touched his shoulder in consolation.

"Seth, you know you can talk to me about anything." Kirsten closed her eyes as if trying to console herself, "Please don't fret to talk to me when things get complicated." Kirsten smiled as she lifted herself from the bed where she sat at. Seth looked at her, thanking her for not being so nosy and over-protective. Kirsten granted him the benefit of the doubt as she shamelessly walked out of the room, head held high. She was definitely proud of herself that she felt safe with her son, because she actually trusted him.

"Oh, and mom," Seth said before Kirsten left the room. Kirsten smiled as she turned around. She nodded urging Seth to continue, "Don't worry too much, OK?" Seth said as he looked at his mother's face, drenched with what was desperate worry only seconds earlier. Kirsten grinned as she turned to leave. She walked down the stairs, not wanting anybody to bring her down from this high.

Never in her entire life would Kirsten think she had this complete trust toward her son.

This feeling was so particularly distinct, she couldn't explain it. She felt relieved in one way, that she didn't have to slouch over his back to see what he was doing. She felt excited that she could give him more opportunities, because she knew he would not disappoint her. She felt like she could trust Seth with her very own life.

"Why are you so giddy?" Sandy came from the corner. He was intrigued by the 'glow' that he saw coming from the end of the hallway. Kirsten turned around, as she bounced back from the clouds.

"Hmm?" She asked quickly, as her eyes darted towards Sandy.

"Ah, nevermind." Sandy said as he smiled, looking at his ecstatic wife.