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Chapter 12
"Over Thinking"
Butterflies. Butterflies were what I got when I kissed him. His lips were so tender, so desirable. I got lost in his kiss, pulling myself over, onto his body, not once breaking our kiss. I stopped and finally came up–if not for having to have air to breath or else I would have died, I wouldn't have come up–breathing hard. I straddled him, both of us breathing hard, as he sat up, wrapping his arms around my waist as I wrapped mine around his neck, kissing him again. My lips traveled down to his neck, stopped for a second, and then found his mouth again. Then I nibbled on his ear while he let out a little moan. I giggled and stopped, looking at him.
"Basketball is a lot different than making out... and even though you might have great form on the court, off, I have to give myself props..." I laughed, lifting his shirt up and over his head. "I'm real good," I said seductively.
"I don't think so," he laughed, bringing his lips crashing back down on mine. It was a hard kiss filled with passion and want and competition. We both fought for control of each other's mouths with our tongues and then finally fell back onto the bed, sweating and breathing rapidly.
I laughed, crawling back onto Ryan. He reached up and lifted my t-shirt over my head, revealing my bright pink, lacy bra underneath. He stopped and smiled. "You know, I didn't peg you as a pink lace kind of girl. But I like it," he nodded, giving it his seal of approval. I smiled and went back down, kissing him. His mouth broke from my lips and started traveling downwards. I moaned in pure delight. Ryan got enough of being on the bottom and pushed me off of him while he gained control over my body.
"Oh yeah," I nodded while I watched his face come closer, but before he kissed me he stopped, his heavy basketball-built body on top of me.
"We can't do this," he said, finally catching his breath.
"What? We're burning calories. I'm helping you with your basketball physique," I laughed giddily, reaching up to kiss him again, but he turned away.
"I can't do this," he said as if realizing for the first time what we were really doing. He rolled off and reached for his shirt, pulling it on.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, feeling a little hurt. I bit my lip and reached for my own shirt. "Why can't we do this?"
"Haley, since I was nine years old I have heard everything about you. Your like–"
I groaned, stopping him. "Do not say sister. We don't know each other! We are just beginning to learn about each other and we were just kissing. Don't tell me you didn't want to do this, too, because you wanted it just as much as I did. I felt you and how much you wanted this. "
"I was going to say that your like David's daughter and David is like a dad to me."
"Same thing," I grumbled.
"I don't want anything to come in the way of that. Not something as stupid as this," and I could tell that after he said it he regretted it, but still he'd said it.
I raised up, getting off the bed and walking over to the door. Ryan sat up on the bed and put his head in his hands. "I cannot believe you just said that," I said in a small voice. "This is stupid? Being here with me right now is stupid to you? I'm sorry, but while you were feeling me up, you definitely weren't thinking that."
"No, I didn't mean that, I–"
"You wouldn't have said it if you didn't mean it."
"I didn't mean it the way it came out."
"Then what do you mean, Ryan?"
"I like you Haley, I've known you for less than day, but I like you. I mean, really like you. I like everything about you and the things I don't know about you, I'm probably going to like them, too."
"I smoke."
"You do?"
"No, but if I did would you like that about me?"
"No."
"Then how do you know that the things you don't know you know about me that your going to like those things..."
"Ok, that sentence might have been grammatically correct but I am confused as hell," he laughed. I couldn't help but smile. "Haley, I like you and I wish that I could do this, but I can't carry this on with the chance that I could risk losing the relationship I have with your father."
"Then just talk to him. He'll understand."
"I'm not so sure he'd be up for that," Ryan shook his head.
"How do you know?"
"Haley, I've dated girls before. I'm not a stranger to having to come over before and 'meet the parents.' The dads are tough. They're so protective over their daughters, its hard for them to even let us leave the house, and I'm sure yours isn't an exception to that."
"He doesn't even know me. He's never actually been a father to a teenage girl. He knew the birth to 7 Haley, not me now. How can he be a protective father?"
"How can he not? It's in his blood. I know that if I had a little sister I would be protective as hell on her," he laughed. But this time I wasn't laughing.
"Do you see me as your little sister?"
"5 minutes earlier did it feel like I see you as a little sister?"
I sighed, shaking my head. "I just, I'm new to this whole having-a-dad thing and... I like you, too. We can make this work, I'm sure of it. Just talk to him, please."
"Haley, I–"
"You know what, never mind. Never fucking mind, Ryan. Just leave. Get out of my–"
"Why do you always cut me off at Haley, I–? Why don't you ever let me finish a fucking sentence?" he yelled. I'd never heard him yell. Then again, I'd known him for only a day. Not even 24 hours, yet.
"I–" I was cut off by the sound of my cell phone ringing. I looked at the caller ID which read 'Dexter' on it. "I gotta take this," I said, drained. Fighting wore you out.
I looked at Ryan, then flipped open the phone. "Hello?" Ryan had a defeated look on his face. He crossed the room and stood in the doorway a second looking at me, and then left.