I stepped aside and let him in, closing the door behind him. I turned and walked upstairs with Ryan quietly following behind me. I lead him to my bedroom and turning on the lights and taking off my boots and throwing them down on the floor.

"Sit down Ryan, I'll be right back." I told him pointing towards my bed, I took off towards the bathroom that was across the hall from Elizabeth's room. I grabbed the little medical kit that she kept in there and headed back towards my room.

I walked back into my room and Ryan was sitting on the bed staring down at the floor and the look on his face; he looked like he was just as lost as I felt. I plopped down on the bed next to him and set the medical kit down next to me. Trying to lighten the mood between us I fell back on a crutch that I have used in the past with him to break tension between us before.

"Take your shirt off, hot-stuff." I said to him trying to keep my face serious.

His head snapped up to face me and I could see his eyes searching mine for a minute, for what I had no idea; but he must of saw something he liked because he started smiling at me, a mischievous smile.

"It's about time you asked me to take my clothes off for you, what took so long!?" He quipped back and the tension between us instantly was gone, my mission was accomplished.

I lightly laughed at him, shaking my head.

"I really do need you to take your shirt off though, I'm going to throw it in the washer while I patch you up; you know, so you don't look like you killed someone."

He smiled, and without hesitation pulled his shirt off over his head. Now, ripped muscles on a guy is something that I saw a lot at St. Vladimir's; but Ryan looked extra yummy. Or maybe it's just been way too long since I've actually seen a shirtless hot guy.

I took his shirt from him, trying really hard to keep my eyes on his smirking face. I walked down to the laundry room and threw it in the wash.

I quickly ran upstairs and slowed down when I was almost to my bedroom door, suddenly embarrassed that he might have heard me running back to my room. I shook my head and walked back in and about fell over when I saw a shirtless Ryan laying on my bed with his hands behind his head.

"Okay, lover boy sit up so I can fix you up." I said walking over to the bed and sitting on the end. He sat up and scooted as close to me as he could get with me sitting Indian style, crossing his legs in front of him also. I pulled out a bottle of peroxide and a hand full of cotton balls and started going to work on cleaning all the blood off of his lip and chin. He winced a couple of times as I was dabbing the cotton ball on his lip but the whole time I worked on him he was still and didn't make a sound. Sitting there and studying his face, I realized how bad he was going to look tomorrow.

"What are you sitting there smiling about?" He asked me softly.

"How bad you're going to look tomorrow." I stated without hesitation, mirroring his own smirk.

"AH!" He yelled, throwing himself back onto my bed while he grabbed his chest, "You wound me my lady!"

I busted out laughing, I couldn't help it; that was seriously the cutest thing I have ever seen a guy say or do.

He sat back up staring at me; it took me a couple of minutes before I could get my laughter under control.

"What?" I asked him, since he was just sitting there staring at me while I acted very close to a laughing hyena; like the ones from that movie Lion King.

"Nothing, you're just beautiful when you laugh." He said, leaning towards me and tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. I didn't know what to say to that, because it was unexpected and sweet. I knew I was blushing; I could feel it.

Ryan leaned forward and gently lifted my chin up to and gently guided me to meet him halfway; for one of the sweetest kisses I've had. I melted into him and being in his presence is always so calming for me emotionally and mentally. But on my way home I realized something and it was a something that was popping into my head right now as I kissing Ryan.