46 The Night Of Engagement { 4 }

I opened the door and laid Jennifer down.

I was about to pull away when an arm went around my neck.

"Ryan," Jennifer whispered.

I could smell the alcohol in her breath, but its smell was fainted.

"I . . . want you to stay with me tonight." She whispered.

"Jennifer, sorry, I can't. I have to go back down stairs" I said, untangling her arm from my neck.

She quickly fastened her arms and said, "But I want you . . . I want you to sleep with me, for once."

I sighed, " . . . Fine,"

She smiled. I pulled away and took off everything except for my boxers.

I laid down next to her. The bed felt weirdly comfortable.

It wasn't like the couch or the guest room bed.

Jennifer turned her face to face me. She slowly found my hand and hold my hand I smiled.

The sparks fired between us like crazy. I really want to do it with her, i wanted to make her mine but I know I couldn't.

A few moments later, she quickly let go of my hand and sat up and said, "My head hurts like crazy."

I got up.

"You want a pill?" I asked her.

She stared at my chest.

"Shut up." she whispered,

" . . . Are you still mad at me?" "I don't want you to be mad at me . . ." I said.

She wrapped an arm around my neck and started to play with the hair on my back of my neck. I smirked.

"Ryan?" Jennifer whispered.

Jennifer ran her hand over my 8 packs. Her fingers were cool and it felt beautiful when she touched me like that.

"Yeah?" I asked, smirking.

"Be honest with me, ok?" she said.

I waited for her to speak.

"Then, tell me . . . Tell me, how much girls have you slept with . . . in your whole life?" she asked.

I hesitated.

"Tell me." She said.

"Three." I lied.

" . . . Lair. Fat Lair." she said, whispered, smirking, "I said, tell me the truth.'"

"Fine . . . I'm going to be honest this time, I slept with eleven." I said.

She studied me for a second, "Would you sleep with me?"

My eyes widened, not expecting her to ask that, "Yes."

She leaned in and rested her head on the crook of my neck.

I smirked when I noticed that she was inhaling my scent.

Having her being this close to me made my wolf go wild.

If she does anything more, my wolf would take over control and would do things that I don't dare to do yet.

"You know I really like your eyes; they are so beautiful – that shade of green." She said, lifting her head and putting her hand on the side of my neck.

I smirked at her as she took her other hand and run her hand over my cheekbone.

She leaned in - she was so close to me, my wolf went crazier.

I pushed the uncontrollable feeling down, hoping that it could last a little longer.

"And I love your hair. The way they fall over your eyes when you sleep . . . Remember once you sleep on my shoulders in the car, when we were coming home from the hospital?" she asked, grinning.

She took her hand off of my neck and played with my hair.

My smirked grew just by hearing Jennifer admiring what she thinks is perfect about me.

I knew that when she isn't drunk, she would never say all of this.

"And you know what I love the most about you?" she asked, rhetorically.

I waited for her answer. "I really like . . . your lips." She said, smiling, before her eyes closed a little, leaning in closer to me.

I could feel my heart tug from her words.

She put an arm around my neck and my heart started to pick up.

She leaned in and kissed me.

My stomach twisted feeling her lips against mine. I covered her lips along with mine.

I can feel my wolf taking control of me. I couldn't stop myself from what I was doing.

What Jennifer was hypnotizing. My arm went around her neck and my hand ran up her thigh.

I can feel her smile on my lips. My wolf was about to be let free until my mind snapped back to reality and I gently pushed Jennifer away from me.

I didn't know who was more shocked, me or her.

"Ummm, Jennifer . . . why don't you sleep for now, you're probably – " She pulled back and she opened her eyes.

'WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM? I WAS SO CLOSE TO MAKING HER OURS!' My Wolf Ryder exclaimed, getting furious.

She studied me before she leaned in again, about to kiss me.

I turned my head so she kissed my cheeks. She pulled away an inch, before reluctantly sitting on the bed.

"Why didn't you want to kiss me?" she said, turning my head to look at her in the eye.

I can see that she was hurt, but I can't do it or else I would lose it.

"Jennifer, why don't you sleep – "

"Ryan . . . Kiss me, won't you?"

I shook my head, "Look, Jennifer, I can't do this - "

"Am I not pretty enough?" Jennifer asked, loudly.

"No, Jennifer you are beauti -"

"Than why can't you love me like you love those girls on your bed?" she said even louder.

"Jennifer, listen, that was not - "

"Or is it because i didn't sleep with you before? Well, now I want to sleep with you. I want to do it with you! . . . Am I not as sexy as . . . what's her face, oh yeah, Brittany?" she asked and she pulled down the zipper from the side of her dress and let it fall to the bed.

I could feel my crotch grow in my boxers as my eyes roamed over her whole body.

She was just in her black strapless bra with a black lacy panties – this was the first time I have seen Jennifer half naked.

She moved closer to me, but I held her back. She wasn't even naked and I already felt hard.

"Do you want me to be like a slut? Everyone says that she is a slut and a lot of boys like her . . . I bet you like her . . . But I don't want you to, I want you to be with mine, sleep with me - Have you ever slept with her before?" she asked and instantly memories fasted back to me about Brittany.

I didn't answer her.

"I hate you, you fat, jerkface." She said, hitting my chest.

"Jennifer, we can talk tomorrow, why don't - "

"Ryan, Ryan, I feel sick . . . I feel like I want to throw up!" she said.

I widened my eyes and helped her out of bed. I led her to our bathroom and she threw up.

I handed her the tissue and she wiped her mouth. She threw away the tissue and turned around to walk out of the bathroom.

"Are you feeling - " She collapsed on me.

I carried her to the bed. I laid her down and pull the cover over her body.

"Ryan . . . do you really want to get married?" she whispered faintly.

I turned to her. "Well, it's really not an option if we want to get married or not." I said, scratching my head.

"I - I really don't want to get married." she murmured, holding out her hand to search for my hand to hold.

"Why is that?" I asked her as I laid down beside her.

She held my hand up to her chest.

I got to feel her heartbeat. I smiled at that. She paused for a moment before answering.

"Because . . . what will happen if we are really not made for each other?" she said, turning her body side ways to face me,

"What will happen if we fight and we start hating each other forever?" She squeezed my hand.

"Do you hate me?" I asked.

My heart beated as I waited for the answer, but she didn't answer.

"Do you hate me ?" she asked instead.