This chapter picks up where Chapter 5 left off. There is more action in this chapter. As I said before, this is my first time ever writing slash (especially what this chapter entails). Hopefully this turns out alright.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

Ryan and I sat on my couch kissing for quite a while. I got better at the whole French kissing thing. Of course I liked it better when Ryan circled his tongue inside my mouth. Every time I felt his tongue touch my lips, I would groan in pleasure. I never wanted it to stop.

Ryan eventually became tired and wanted to stop for the night. Although I wanted more, I kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to push things too far.

"My room is the first door on the right," I told Ryan. "I'll let you have my room. I can sleep on the couch."

Ryan looked at me with those piercing blue eyes. At first his expression was serious, but after a few seconds, his lips formed a smile.

"How could I ever let you sleep on the couch in your own apartment?" he said, keeping that smile on his face.

I couldn't believe it. Ryan actually wanted me to go to bed with him. That's what I wanted, of course. I was just shocked that Ryan would want to share a bed with me right away. I lead Ryan to my bedroom.

"The bed's a little small, as you can tell," I told Ryan.

"I don't mind," he said.

"What side do you usually sleep on?"

"The left side."

I pulled back the covers and let Ryan get into bed first. Once he was situated, I climbed into bed. I pulled the covers over both of us.

"Are you comfortable?" I asked him.

"Yes," he tiredly said.

After a few moments of silence, Ryan spoke again. His words made my heart beat like a drum.

"I would be more comfortable if you were closer."

He lifted his arm so I could move closer. He patted his chest with his other hand. I moved closer to Ryan and rested my head on his chest. He put his arm across my back. I never felt so comfortable in my life.

I took in the moment. I felt his heartbeat. It was a slow rhythm. I breathed in his scent. Everything about Ryan was so perfect.

"You're comfortable," I told him.

Ryan didn't answer. I looked up at him, and his eyes were closed. His breathing pattern changed, so I figured that he was asleep. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and relaxed in Ryan's arms.

I woke up at around 8:00 am. Ryan was not in my bed. I heard the familiar sound of running water. Hearing that sound made me feel uneasy.

"This can't be happening," I thought to myself.

That fateful morning at the hotel started with me waking up to Ryan being in the shower. My heart began pounding in my chest. I got out of bed, and sat on the couch. I anxiously waited for Ryan to finish showering.

He finished five minutes later. He came out wrapped in a towel. It took everything I had to control my mouth from dropping open. He had an amazing physique for a man his age.

"I left my clothes on the couch," he said.

I picked up his clothes and walked over to him.

"I didn't say I wanted them just yet," he said, smirking.

Ryan took the clothes from me, then dropped them onto the floor. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and kissed me.

After kissing for a few minutes, Ryan took a step back. He looked me straight in the eyes, and then took his hands off of my shoulders. His hands went down to his waist. He slowly removed the towel. I didn't want to stare, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to touch him.

"Come on, it's alright," he reassured me.

I moved closer to Ryan. I put my hand on his chest. I ran my finger along his scar.

"Don't be shy," he said.

I moved in even closer and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. This time, I kissed him. I pressed my lips hard against his. He reached for my shirt. I moved my arms so he could take it off. He pulled it off in a swift motion. I put my hands on his chest and continued to kiss him.

After a few minutes of standing, he started moving toward the couch. I tried my best to move with him, but since I was walking backwards, I stumbled a little. He pushed me onto the couch, still kissing me. I felt his hands go down to my waist. He began pulling off my pants.

I let out a small gasp. I wasn't expecting it to go that far.

"Relax," Ryan whispered softly in my ear.

He completely removed my pants. He hovered over me and kissed me harder than before. I ran my hands down his back. He seemed to like that since I heard him groan. Then his hands moved to my waist again, this time, pulling off my underwear. Now we were both completely exposed. Ryan continued to hover over me.

"Let's take it slow," he said.

I nodded my head. I let Ryan take control. He touched me "down below."

I gasped again. It was a sensation unlike anything I've ever felt before. He continued to touch and stroke. I closed my eyes and arched my back in pleasure.

"You like that?" he asked.

I nodded my head, unable to speak.

Ryan guided my hand to his groin.

"Touch," he commanded.

I gently touched him.

"You don't have to be that gentle," he said, laughing a little.

I touched him a little harder. I tried to mimic the way he touched me.

"Yes," he whispered.

As I touched him, he became erect. I figured that I must have been doing something right.

As soon as I took my hand away, Ryan flipped me over.

"Bend your knees," he told me.

I did as Ryan told me. He moved behind me and put his hands on my hips.

"Take a deep breath," he gently whispered.

I breathed in as Ryan pushed himself into me. I grunted and gripped the couch. As much as I wanted to sleep with Ryan Hardy, this hurt.

Ryan began gently thrusting in and out of me. Even though he was gentle, it still hurt. I grunted and gripped the couch with all my might.

"You're doing great," Ryan said between breaths.

Ryan's breathing became very heavy. He slowed down even more, then pulled out of me.

I instantly flopped over onto my face. The pain was almost unbearable, but I had slept with Ryan Hardy. After a few minutes of catching my breath, relief flooded over me. I slowly got myself into a sitting position.

"So, what did you think?" Ryan asked.

"That was…"

"Painful?" he asked, finishing my sentence for me.

"Yeah," I said.

"You're not used to it yet, but once you are, it will get better."

Ryan extended his arm. I moved in closer and put my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me.

"I love you," Ryan whispered in my ear.

I never thought I would hear those words from Ryan Hardy. Tears formed in my eyes.

"I love you, too," I choked out.

Ryan and I remained in each other's arms for quite a while. I had him. He had me. Nothing could ever come between. We were in love.

That was the story of how I met and fell in love with Ryan Hardy: My hero.

Well, that's it. I hate to end such a story, but all stories come to an end at some point. :( I hope this chapter turned out alright (as in the slash). I wouldn't have been able to write this without all your feedback. Thank you so much! I will write again. :)