Lost In Love | ✔️

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~Clementine's POV~

The two of us stood within Ryder's house in the middle of the entry hallway, his dark brown eyes locked on me as I examined the inside of his house. I glanced around the interior of his house, taking in how fancy and dark it really was as I lugged my dripping self along behind him.

The inside had a rather open floor plan, with gray floors and walls. From the entry hallway we walked directly into the living room, which had a large wall of glass that let sunlight into the dark room, naturally brightening it. His large couches were dark black and formed an L shape around the modern glass table that sat in front of them, and behind the couches was a staircase along the left side of the wall and a large area that consisted of glass and greenery outside of the house. To the right of the living room, on the opposite side of the wall was the kitchen, which was very neat and modern, like the rest of his house.

With large black marble countertops and dark brown cabinets, a large island within the middle of the kitchen, and nice black stainless steel appliances, his kitchen looked very nice. There were a few separate pots with pretty green plants throughout the kitchen, some in the corner and one on the center of the island, giving the room a little more life to it. His dining room table was just outside of the kitchen, the dark color of the table and chairs matching the theme of the rest of his house. There was also a dark colored statue of a goddess stood off to the side.

"Come on. My room is upstairs." Ryder murmured as he led me up the stairs, causing me to frown slightly. "Do you have an extra bedroom or something?" I wondered, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

"No." He answered, pushing open a door that led into his bedroom. I followed, my shoes leaving wet trails behind me on the brown hardwood floor as I peered around his bedroom. His walls were a dark gray, like the rest of his house, and I noticed that the wall behind his bed was different. Instead of being a normal wall, it looked like it was more of a rocky texture, though the color was still a deep gray. However, he also had a thin space at the bottom of the wall with rocks, plants and a light white under glow that went up the wall.

There were a few different lamps hanging on the left side of the bed, right above the little nightstand table that was beside the black and gray bed. It was actually a pretty comfy looking bed.

"Wow." I said softly, gaping at the modern look of his bedroom, filled with plants and low lighting. "Your room is very nice." I whispered as I stood beside him, still dripping onto the floor. He took a glance down at me and headed into his closet, searching through it for a moment before he re-emerged with a large black t-shirt and a pair of what seemed to be his underwear. Although I didn't exactly want to wear it, I definitely wasn't about to protest.

Though Ryder didn't respond, he did hold out the clean t-shirt and boxers to me. "You can take these and get changed in the bathroom there." He told me, pointing over to the door to the right side of his room.

I hesitated for a moment before I nodded, skittering into his bathroom, where I set my wet bag on the floor. His bathroom was fancy, which I had expected considering what the rest of the house looked like, but I hadn't expected that the wall within the shower was fucking glass from floor to ceiling. Light streamed into the room from outside, and lush green plants were just outside the glass. The floor of the shower was a light color that contrasted the dark walls and even darker wood sink just outside the open shower. I noticed that the floor of the shower didn't have any gap to keep water in, though I supposed it didn't truly even matter.

I quickly undressed and got changed into the clothes that Ryder had given me, being sure to dry my body with a towel I found in the bathroom closet. The clothes were obviously a little big, even on my curvy figure, but that was to be expected honestly. Ryder must have been at least six foot three and pure muscle, whereas I was five foot six and the exact opposite. My legs were probably the most muscular things about my body.

When I left the bathroom, I found Ryder was still in his room, though he had also changed into dry clothes by now. His wet ones were nowhere to be seen, nor were any of the bags he had brought upstairs. "I can wash your clothes again. They probably smell like salt water now." He said, pointing over to the bag I'd left in the bathroom, as I'd been unsure what to do with it. I just nodded my head quietly, feeling a little bit awkward. It still hadn't fully set in that we were stranded here, I guess. "So..." I said softly, biting on the inside of my cheek. "You don't have a spare room for me?" I asked, glancing up at him.

Not to my surprise, he shook his head and raised a brow at me. "No. It's not like I had this house built for anyone but me. Obviously my room is the only one here." He answered, and I pursed my lips silently. It wasn't like I could be annoyed at him, but I didn't know where that left me with that knowledge.

"Where do I stay, then, since we're stuck here for who knows how long?" I questioned, a frown forming on my lips. He and I stared at one another for a few seconds. "I mean," He glanced at his bed that sat beside us innocently. "There's a bed right there, you know." He stated, as if I couldn't see as much for myself. I crossed my arms over my chest and almost wanted to argue, but I quickly forced myself to reconsider. After what we had just gone through, I was lucky enough to be alive, and I wasn't about to complain about not having my own room in his house now.

"Fine." I said quietly, and I knew that my compliancy had surprised him because of the way his brows shot up. "What?" I grumbled, looking down at the floor. "I'm not such a bitch that I can't accept not having my own bed." I told him.

Ryder just watched me closely before he brushed past me to head into the bathroom, causing me to turn around to watch him grab my bag and then walk out of the room with it. I assumed that he was going to take it down to have my clothes re-washed with his, so I decided not to follow or pester him. He was doing me a favor by washing my clothes for me, after all.

Instead, I just went ahead and sat down on the very end of his bed, my butt sinking deep into his soft mattress. His bed was huge, and it faced the wall mounted TV across from it. It was only a minute or two before Ryder returned, running a hand through his damp brown hair to push the strands out of his face.

He paused when he noticed that I had sat on his bed, examining me for a moment before he looked away like he'd never paid me any attention at all. "I, um, I don't have any internet here, exactly." He said suddenly, causing my gaze to snap up to him. My lips parted in disbelief. "N-None?" I gasped, and he shook his head. "Our phones are both water-logged and basically fucked, too. Naturally." He sighed, looking as stressed as I felt. At least I knew I wasn't the only one freaking out about this. Nobody even knew we were here.

"So, what do we do, then?" I asked him, staring up at him. He just stayed quiet before shrugging his shoulders and scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably.

Maybe it was all of my feelings catching up to me, or just that I was simply pissed, but I suddenly exploded at him. "Really?" I narrowed my gaze on him in irritation. "That's all you're going to give me, a shrug?" I scoffed, causing his eyes to snap down to meet mine. He sighed and rubbed his face with one large hand. "I'm sorry. I don't have all the solutions here, Clementine. At least we're stuck here together?" He tried, but that didn't make me feel any better. I glared at him now, clenching my jaw. "Oh, yeah." I spewed sarcastically, nodding my head. "Because that really makes such a difference."

The large man before me looked a little irritated, and rightfully so, but I didn't care. "You can sit there and hate me all you want, which is really all you know how to do, but don't act like you'd be better off if you were alone here. We're lucky to have each other, Clementine, even if you don't like me."

I went quiet, diverting my gaze to stare at the floor in front of me, knowing that he was right and yet not willing to admit that aloud.