Mia sat on her porch and stared blankly at the road willing him to come to her. Ryan, the man that she never wanted to want, but can't seem to help herself she thought. She could look back at her life and wonder when this all started and why things never seem to work out the way you want them to. She often wondered if her entire life had been leading up to this. Sometimes she wished she could stop it, but things always seem to spin out of control when he was around.
She thought back to their childhood and how they used to play and run around and things like that never occurred to either of them. She thought about the time her grandmother asked her is she wanted to marry him one day. She could laugh now as she sat in her grandmother's house about how she said "Ugh no! Why would I want to do that?" The truth was she wanted him and if she sat back and admitted it to herself she'd always wanted him, she never thought that he would want her.
She thought about the years that they were in different schools and were weekend friends, then how they kind of went their separate ways for awhile. Now they were back to being close friends....but not too close.
She got up and went into the house and was sitting typing an e-mail when her doorbell rang and he walked in the house. She cast her eyes to the ceiling and looked at him. "So, Mia, who's your boyfriend?" She looked at him like he had lost his mind because clearly he had.
"What are you talking about?" she asked
"Who is he?"
"Uhm, I don't have one. Hello, where have you been?"
She stood up and followed him as he walked through her house and into her bedroom. She grabbed him by the shirt. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Looking around." He said as she looked into his eyes.
"What are you looking for in here?" she wanted to know "Because until you actually admit that you want something from me I don't think it's your business." She told him as she stood toe to toe with him. She wanted to cry, but damn it she would not let him see her weak. It wasn't fair the way he continued to come and act like he owned her and she should report to him when he swore he didn't want a "relationship". One she wasn't asking him to have, she wondered if he realized how stupid all this was and if knew that he sounded like they were already in a relationship. She sighed, tired of all the drama. He was still looking at her and she still had a handful of his shirt. She dropped her eyes and her hand and turned to walk away.
"Where are you going?" he wanted to know.
"Away from idiots who act like jealous lovers, but can't even bear to kiss me they're so freaked out"
"I'm not freaked out." He stated hotly.
She turned and looked him dead in the eyes. "Couldn't prove it by me" and started to walk away from him. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up against him.
"I can kiss you, like you haven't been kissed before."
"I somehow doubt that." She was almost shaking and thinking about how bitchy that sounded and not paying attention to what he was doing when his mouth connected with hers. She sucked in a breath and the last thing she thought about was maybe she was wrong. Her hands grabbed his shirt again and pulled him closer as his hands rested on her hips pulling her until she was right up against his body. His hand moved up her waist and slid under her shirt. He broke the kiss and stared down at her.
"Uh, so what now?" he asked her with his hand still under her shirt.
"You're kidding me right?" she grabbed his face and pulled him down to kiss her again. Her tongue slid over his lips and his hand moved up to cup her breast and she moved in closer to him pressing right up against him. He opened his mouth and slid his tongue into her mouth. His other hand moved up to cup her other breast rubbing her nipple through her bra. She moaned and pulled away and bit his lip.
"God, Mia" he groaned as she licked her way down his neck unbuttoning his shirt as she went. She combed her fingers through the hair on his chest touching him and licking him. He pulled away from her "Wait" he muttered.
"What should I wait for? You to change your mind again or for you to walk away from me...again?" she asked him as she mutinously ripped her shirt over her head, kicked off her shoes and stripped off her bra. She stood in front of him wearing nothing but her jeans and a pair of panties he couldn't see.
"How the hell could I walk away now?" he demanded. "I've been trying to be nice and do what's best, but you just won't let me will you?"
"Me? You're the one who chases me around here like some lovesick idiot. You wonder why everyone thinks we're already fucking. Because you made them think that! I've been good too long and I'm damn tired waiting and of you acting like you own me one minute and the next you can't wait to be rid of me. Or my personal favorite almost kissing me...twice then walking way from me and going home. You know I'm not asking you to love me, I'm not even asking you to date me I wouldn't mind screwing you though. Maybe that makes me a bad person, or a whore, but I just don't give a fuck anymore. I'm tired of playing games with you. Either you want me or you don't, but damn it, you will decide." And with that she shucked off her pants and underwear. She stood in front of him completely naked her hair flying around her face and looking like she was ready to hurt him.
"Damn it woman don't you realize that you're probably the only woman that I can't walk away from?" he shouted at her.
"Could've fooled me" She sneered