Chapter Thirteen

I woke up with the weirdest tension in my lower back. I laid out straight in bed and stretched. My arms bumping into a solid body. My eyes darted to the direction. Ryan! Why didn't he have clothes on? Why wasn't he sleeping on the couch? Why didn't he have clothes on? You asked that already, Brendon. Well it's a big fucking deal!

"Ryan!" I shook his shoulder roughly.

"No." He mumbled into one of my pillows.

"Ryan, get up!"

"Fuck off, Brendon." He said clearer.

"Ryan, please-"

"Suck my dick!"

"No! Get up!" I screamed. He sat up quickly. Staring at me worriedly.

"What's wrong?" He shifted under the blanket and I saw his boxers were on. That had to be a good sign.

"I uh, did we. I mean last night. Er, did you-"

"T-T-T-Today, Brendon." He mocked. I frowned.

"You know..." I trailed off. Pointing in the general direction of my penis. Ryan's eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

"I'm not following."

Was he serious? "I-Uh. Did you put your um little Ryan-"

"Little Ryan?" He looked completely lost now.

"Bump uglies?"

"Whose ugly?"

"The no pants dance."

"You know I don't dance."

I exhaled loudly. Making sure to show the frustration on my face.

"Did we fuck?" I asked harshly.

Ryan burst out laughing. I crossed my arms over my chest and frowned. There was nothing funny about losing your virginity and not remembering it. Maybe it wasn't his first time, but it definitely was mine. And I always wanted mine to be special. With the candle lit dinner and the rose pedals and the big fluffy bed. Not just in my old messy room after a night of Ryan's quick cooking and murder.

"I knew what you were saying the whole time!" Ryan cracked up.

"Then why did you make me say it anyway?"

"Because I thought it was cute how badly you were trying to avoid it."

I felt my cheeks warming when he called me cute. But I didn't let it distract me. "Did we?"

"Well, of course not!"

The way he said it made me frown. Doubt began seeping into my brain. Maybe he didn't like me in that way. This was the second time he'd shown out right disinterest at the thought of sleeping with me.

"Well, why not?" I found myself asking.

I almost covered my mouth with my hands. Ryan's eyes widened at my words. Hell, even my eyes widened. A smile was slowly creeping it's way onto his face. I wanted to crawl under the blankets and never come back. So I did. I laid flat on my back and buried my head under it. Ryan tugged at it but I wouldn't let him take it off. I don't remember the last time I was this embarrassed.

"Do you seriously think we're ready for that step, Brendon?" I didn't answer. "Because I don't think we're ready." He waited for me to speak but I stayed quiet. "Well, I don't think you're ready."

"Me?" I snatched the cover away from my face. "Why not?"

"There's that gorgeous face." I could feel myself blushing again but I just raised a brow at him. "I don't want you to be embarrassed to say anything to me. Okay?" I blinked up at him. "Okay?" He asked louder.

"O-Okay." My whisper was almost inaudible.

"Now, sex is a really big step in any relationship, Brendon."

"I know that." No I didn't. I'd never had sex or been in a relationship.

"Then you should understand that we aren't there yet. I-I like you a lot. And I'd want your first time to be as special as possible."

"Who says it's my first time?" I tried for a confident look. It probably came off as constipated. Ryan gave me a 'Are we really going to go there' look. So I just shrugged my question away. "I'm a virgin."

"Sex is serious to me, Brendon." He stood up suddenly. I watched him rummage through my closet for a pair of sweats. He stuffed his legs into them and walked towards the door. "You threw up on my clothes last night. I had to take them off." He didn't turn around as spoke. He didn't even wait for me to respond before he was walking out of the room.

Well that's all well and good, But why the hell was I sore above my ass?