14.Her

The toned arms of his strong sculptured body glowed under the bathroom light and his amber eyes lightened up when he found mine, the scars, and bruises on his chest were a Leonardo Da Vinci masterpiece, my pale hands contrasted against the cold skin of his body as it went to the outlines of his abs to his arms as he closed his eyes like he was being hypnotized just like I was.

I couldn't get enough of him when he opened his eyes again, I stopped and my body was against his as my dried tear stained eyes found him again. We were both in a fatal trance, never letting go of the attraction that would ruin us forever. It didn't matter anymore. I heard the imaginary rip of his caution tapes off as his eyes hungrily took in my face as if he was trying to save a mental picture of me.

He neared me, ever so carefully, and his pink patched lips closely touched mine when my arms went around his neck, his eyes were fighting a war with mine in conflicting thoughts, no more. My lips met his and I quenched his undying curiosity for a possibility of love. The lost boy finally found the lost girl.

His lips were soft against mine as we kissed to make up for the times where we wished we would and his toned arms wrapped around my fragile small waist. I was in a bliss that I found my lost boy.

We pulled away and stared at each other as his hands held mine in the cramped bathroom.

"We can't, Evange." His eyes grew fearful and familiar; he was back to being afraid for me and pushing me away. Every time he pushed me away before, made me believe that he would get back to me again, I had to make him get back to me when he has these demonic sad thoughts. It was like I saw a new light in him.

"Yes, we can baby," I replied as my hands cupped his cheeks and my emerald eyes believed in us when it connected to his hesitant amber eyes. He was trying to chain himself up again.

He was surprised at my nickname and I was just as surprised that I had the guts to call him that.

"I think I can get used to that nickname." He smirked at me after a while in thought, I smiled in relief and he kissed my forehead. He was another shade of Ryson and I loved every piece of it.

We got out of the hot area with hands intertwined like they were always supposed to be. Alexa's eyes were searching for me. She spotted me among the crowded audience and then her eyes averted to our joined hands, taking a minute to realize who was that guy beside me, her eyes widened when she saw that it was Ryson.

It was a mess, the drunk girls dancing on table tops and my classmate, who was a gentleman and danced with me, was dancing with someone else. It was like these teenagers didn't have to think about their lives. It was like they had a party religion nobody knew about.

"Let's get out of here," Ryson said and leaned down to reach my ear, "baby." I blushed and he chuckled. He was so happy and I was at peace with sparkly eyes.

Everyone's eyes were on us, Ryson got so popular in just one day, he was handsome with brown curls and his divine amber eyes wearing a casual top and jeans.

Alexa came up to us and squealed, hugging me and I laughed when I hugged her back.

Ryson laughed at my weird best friend's approval speech to him and my eyes widened at how nice his laugh was. Alexa even was dazed by his laugh that I had to playfully punch her to save her from the embarrassment.

"We're going to go now," I informed Alexa and she winked at me.

"Make sure to protect yourself." My cheeks reddened even more and Ryson was enjoying it as he told Alexa he was going to do more than just protect me.

The air calmed the rush of adrenaline in my body, the night was so dazzling that I had to stop just to stare at the moon, Ryson joined me.

"How can something just be so beautiful?" I wondered out loud, blushing at my corny thought.

"Because you have beautiful eyes." He replied with a serene smile on his face. I couldn't believe how much I had changed him. He was acting like a jerk before and now, he was so nice to me.

I was awkward at flirting so I just nodded with tomato cheeks and he held my hand when he leads me to his motorcycle.

"Wait, how did you know I was here?" I asked. His eyes gave away the answer, he followed us. I grinned widely and he groaned when he knew I was going to give him a hard time.

"Aw, you were making sure I was safe." I gushed jokingly and he groaned as we both laughed when we sat on the motorcycle. "Who was that man before? That tried to kidnap me?"

He stilled in front of me and gripped the handle so tight that his knuckles turned white. Stupid Evangeline, why would you ruin the beginning of your happiness? I scolded myself, it was obviously a touchy subject for him.

"Nobody." He answered and revved the engine back to life as he drove off with my hair flowing at the back of my waist. He stopped in front of my house when I guided him there and I stood up. He didn't wait for me to talk, he drove into the night.

With sad drooping eyes, I walked to the entrance of my home.