Travis called me at noon. I sat up and Ryan wasn't there. "Hello?"
"Hey. You have fun?"
"Yeah, I did. What did you do last night?"
"I had a couple guys over."
"Oh. Fun."
"Yeah. When should I pick you up?"
"Um, well, I guess you could leave in like a half hour." I gave him directions to Ryan's house and hung up right as Ryan walked in.
"Hey," I said, smiling.
He grinned back. "Good morning sunshine. How did you sleep?"
"Good."
"How's your head?"
"Clear. I don't get hangovers anymore. I told you last night that I have a pretty high tolerance."
"Huh. So you weren't as drunk as I thought you were?"
"Nope. Not then, at least." I paused. "Um, did we…you know…" I raised my eyebrows and nodded at his below-the-belt area.
"No. We didn't."
"Good."
"Are you hungry?"
"Yeah, starving." He reached for my hand and pulled me up. He pulled me close to him and kissed me on the forehead.
"Let's eat, then."
We walked into Ryan's large kitchen which I hadn't even seen the night before. It was messy from the party, with beer cans and food and open bottles of alcohol all over the marble countertops. "Where is everyone?" I asked him.
"They left at nine. My mom left for work, too. She doesn't know you're here." He smirked.
"So no one's home?" He shook his head as he leaned in to kiss me. "My brother's coming to get me soon, though."
He didn't seem to hear me. He kissed me again. We stood that way, kiss after sweet kiss hitting my lips, until Travis beeped his horn.
"I'm still hungry," I laughed, and Ryan smiled.
"We'll have to go out to dinner, then."
"Maybe tomorrow, though," I started, "Me and my brother are hanging out today."
"Alright," Ryan stopped to think, "I'll pick you up at 6 tomorrow night."
I smiled. "Okay, see you then." I kissed him quickly and walked out the door.