RoadTrip Imagines

Rye

I was sitting on the couch in Rye's room, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. I am on my phone scrolling through Instagram.

Suddenly I hear footsteps. Rye stands in the middle of his room, just wearing a towel around his waist. I stare at him and bite my lip. He's so hot. His hair is still wet. He looks just perfect.
"Marnie, please stop looking at me like that." He mumbles.
I look at him and smirk.
"Why should I?" I ask.
"You know exactly what your doing to me when you bit your lip like that." He says and comes closer to me.
"No I don't." I lie. "Maybe you'll have to show me." I mumble and bite my lip one more time.
Suddenly Rye grabs my waist and pulls me as close to his body as possible.
Now I can feel all the things that I have done to him.

I smirk and lick my lips.
"Stop it." Rye commands and presses his lips to mine.
Quickly the kiss become heated and passionate.
"I want you, right now." Rye says between kisses.
All I can do is nod.

A few seconds later Rye isn't wearing his towel anymore and my clothes are on the floor.