Addicted

Chapter 7

I was tossing and turning all night. My head was still killing me, and my throat was killing me. I didn't know what it was, but I really didn't get a good sleep. I finally decided that I would wake up. It was 7:24 which was really early for me. Ryan was still sound asleep, but I didn't want to wake him.
I turned towards him again and started to play with his hair. It was surprisingly really soft even though it was all over the place.
His eyes start to flutter open, and he looks at me with his bright eyes.
"And good morning to you." He says giving me a beautiful smile. His voice was deep, and it felt as though my stomach turned upside down.
"Good morning," I say, still focused on his hair.
"Do you like my hair?" He asks, giving me a chuckle. I was absolutely in love with his laugh.
"Actually yes, I do! It's very soft!" I say, messing up his hair even more.
"Hey! Don't mess up my hair!" He says, trying to fix his hair somehow.
I take my hand again, and rub it through his hair, just to mess it up again.
"I told you not to do that didn't I?!" He says to me, looking me in my eyes.
"And what exactly are you gonna do about that?" I say, smirking at him, and crossing my arms.
All of a sudden, he takes my arms, puts them behind my head, and gets on top of me. Not gonna lie though, I liked it.
"You. Don't. Scare. Me." I say, trying to look stronger than him, but failing horribly.
He comes closer to my face, and we were now less than 2 inches away from each other. "Oh really?" He says, his voice deeper than earlier. All I can do is nod my head. And that's when he kisses me. And I don't fight back. The kiss was just as intense as last night, and lasted for what seemed like forever. That's when I knew it was my time to do something. I flipped him over on the bed so that I was on top this team. I was now sitting on his abs, with my hands on his wrists.
"I win." I say, coming close to his face; just like what he did with me. We were stuck there just staring into each other's eyes, and then he broke free of my hold, and put his two hands on each side of my face. That probably wasn't a good idea, because my hands were my support and were holding me up, so I basically went crashing into his face. But his hands were still on my face and we were still making out.
All of a sudden, he starts to laugh. I have no idea why, but it's so attractive.
"What the fuck are you laughing at?" I say, laughing at him.
"You." He says to me, still laughing.
"Oh so my face is something to laugh about eh?" I say, giving him a serious look.
"No, you're beautiful." He says looking into my eyes.
"Alright you may think that but just tell me what you're laughing attttt!" I insist as I hit his chest.
He puts his hand over his chest as if I had hurt him, and then starts to fake cry, which ends up turning to a laugh.
"Oh my, you're face is what I was laughing at..... When I broke free of you, your face was priceless" He says laughing really hard this time.
"You're actually a bully." I say, crossing my arms and pouting like a baby.
"You're adorable, stop." He says, in a little baby voice, as he shakes my head back and forth.
I flop back down onto his chest, and just play with his hair.
"Can I stay like this all day?" I ask him, crossing my arms across his chest, while I rest my chin on them so I can look up at him.
"Hm I don't know if I want you in my house?" He says, with a fake disgusted look on his face.
"Oh shut up, you aren't getting rid of me anytime soon. You're like a human pillow. OU or a teddy bear!" I say, still looking at him.
"Good, I don't want to get rid of you." He says, kissing my forehead. He grabs the remote from the dresser next to him, and turns on the tv. It's loud at first, which causes me to jump which only causes him to laugh. Of course I end up hitting his chest and he starts to laugh even harder.
     "You're such a child." I say, rolling off of him so I can watch the tv, but still not breaking the connection between the two of us. He wraps his arm around me and rests it off of my shoulder. I'm not going to lie, it makes me feel, safe. It makes me feel like I'm welcomed, I don't know.
    
     For the day, Ryan and I just watched random shit on tv, until about 2:30. I heard my phone buzz and I groaned realizing I would probably need to check to see who it was, even though I didn't want to move.
     I rolled out to the corner of the bed, and reached my arm over to the little table that was next to the bed, where I plugged my phone in last night.
     On my lock screen, it said that I had a text from Abby. I immediately unlock my phone and check her message.
     "Hey rat, where are you? Jacob and I are going to go out for a drive, so I'll call you when I get back." I smiled at her message but I didn't reply. She was probably having loads of fun with him and I didn't want to ruin her day. I just turned back to Ryan, and cuddled him again.
     "Who was that?" He asks, twirling my hair around between his fingers.
     "Oh it was just Abby, it was no big deal. She wanted to know where I was. I'll reply later." I say as I lay my head on his chest.
     We don't say much after that, just lay there and enjoy each others presence.