His lips came down hard on hers. His fingers ran through her hair, bringing them to rest on her jaw, giving him better access to her mouth.
"Ah…there's sand in my shorts." Keats cried, laughing. She wriggled under him until he rolled off her. She jumped to her feet and hopped up and down, pulling at her denim shorts and squealing. Ryan gave a laugh that Keats had never heard before. A laugh that was low and sensual, full of humor and arousal.
Ryan pulled her closer to him by the loops in her shorts. She hobbled forward shyly as he wrapped his strong arms around her waist.
"Stay with me tonight…" Ryan whispered in her ear. Keats bit her lip nervously. She hadn't been intimate with Ryan and was almost reluctant to change the dynamic in their relationship so soon. Sex, she knew, changed things tremendously.
Natalia Boa Vista headed toward her car at a leisured pace. She was reluctant to leave somehow. Every day she had hoped that Eric would come to his senses and realize he had made a mistake. They were good together, and even if they weren't meant to be, he didn't have the right to blow her off the way he did.
And then it occurred to her why they broke up. Eric felt they were moving too fast and admitted he wasn't ready. Natalia stopped in her tracks, eyes wide with clarity.
She began to wonder if she hadn't jeopardized her relationship with Eric by falling into commitment mode. It was so easy to do, especially after coming from a marriage that lacked commitment. Perhaps wishful thinking had made her 'jump the gun.'
"It really was my fault, wasn't it?" She said, pulling out of the parking lot. Her lashes sparkled as she blinked away her tears.
A shadowy flash darted in front of her and Natalia hit the breaks.
"What the hell, Eric, you could have gotten killed!" She shouted as she rolled her window down. Eric ran to the driver's side door and latched onto her window breathlessly.
"Natalia…what you said the other day. I got to thinking. About us, I mean." He stared at her, his intense eyes making Natalia's stomach flutter.
"And?" She asked, trying not to sound too eager.
"And I think…we should grab a cup of coffee together." He said with a nervous smile.
"Get in." She gestured to the seat beside her. Delko beamed at her, slipping into the passenger side of her car.
Keats prized a lazy eye open. It was Saturday morning and she was in Ryan's bed. Alone. She looked at the clock on his nightstand that read 12:33. Ryan would have already been at the Lab for quite some time.
Her cheeks colored slightly when she remembered what they had done the previous night. She felt a warm, cozy feeling inside.
And after glorifying the act for a few more dreamy moments lying in his bed, under his sheets, she began to recall the logistics. Such as the fact that neither one of them had used any protection. Maybe Ryan assumed that I was on birth control. But sexually inactive girls don't use Ortho Tri Cyclen.
How did that not come up in conversation?