Chapter 7

Chapter 7


"Ryan?"

I was shocked to see him standing by the door. He was shirtless and I couldn't help but stare at him.

His upper naked body was glorious. He had toned chiseled muscles, that were so fucking sexy.

There were tattoos on his right arm and left side of his chest. His chest was smooth and hairless.

My mouth watered as I looked at him.

Damn, he was fucking hot. How could someone look this good.

I was so engrossed in eye-fucking Ryan that I didn't notice he was staring at me.

When my eyes finally met his, he was smirking.

That fucking asshole.

He knew I was having illicit thoughts about him and he was fucking loving it.

He was enjoying this, wasn't he. He was enjoying the way I was ogling at him like a foolish little boy. But can you blame me.

Ryan was a fucking sex god. And he knew he it. He knew he was irresistible.

He knew his effect on girls. That was why he played them like chess pieces.

I was so stupid. I was actually starting to believe that he wanted to see me, because he liked me.

Fuck! This was so humiliating.

How could I let myself believe that this sexy, confident, arrogant and cocky boy, wanted a plain, ugly and boring guy like me.

He was so out of my league. But I was obsessed with....

"Liam?" Ryan snapped his fingers in front of my face, interrupting my thoughts.

I shook my head.

I was lost in my thoughts and didn't even realize Ryan had stepped closer to me.

Now he was inches away from me. His face was so close to mine that our noses were touching.

His breath was warm and sweet.

My heartbeat quickened.

He smelled amazing. Like vanilla and fresh soap.

He leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear. "You were having dirty thoughts about me, weren't you?

"What? No! Of course not.... I .... Never... I don't..." I stammered like a fool. My cheeks flushed red.

Fuck!

I couldn't look him in the eyes.

Instead, I stared at the ground.

Ryan tilted my chin up. He looked at me and laughed. "Oh Liam. You're so cute when you lie."

Then he took a step back and leaned against the door.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. "Don't tell me you're so obsessed with me, you decided to stalk me."

I couldn't believe his audacity. Did he think I was actually here for him?

I scoffed.

"Stalk you? You wish. As if I would stalk an ass hat like you." I replied.

Ryan grinned. "I think you would actually. I know you're obsessed with me. But I told you to meet me at the same spot we kissed not here. So why are you here?" He asked.

My mind went blank.

"I'm not obsessed with you. You're crazy." I yelled. "I don't even like you."

Ryan laughed. "Stop lying Liam. I bet you were thinking about the kiss we shared. It was on your mind all day."

I looked away, as I tried so hard to hide the blush on my cheeks.

I felt embarrassed.

Ryan chuckled. "That's what I thought."

I huffed.

"No. I wasn't thinking about anything." I retorted. "I didn't even think about you at all."

"Then what are you doing here? I mean. Stalking me, finding my room. You're so eager to have me. Aren't you?" Ryan wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me towards him.

Our faces were inches apart.

My breath caught in my throat.

Ryan brought his face closer to mine. Our lips almost touching.

"Tell me Liam. How many times did you think about kissing me today? How many times did you dream about my touch." He said.

I couldn't help but think about how good it would feel to have his lips on mine. For him to kiss me again. I wanted him to pin me against the door behind him and ravage me.

My eyes flickered to his lips and he smirked.

"You want this, don't you?" He asked.

"No. Of course not." I lied.

My body was trembling under his touch. He knew I was lying. He could feel it.

"Then why are you shaking, sweetheart? Hmmm?" He asked.

"I'm not. You're imagining things." I said and turned to look elsewhere.

"Oh really. Well then." He said.

Suddenly, Ryan released his grip on me. He leaned back and folded his arms.

My breath slowed. It was hard for me to control myself.

"Why are you here then, Liam?" Ryan asked.

"Ughhhh. I didn't come here looking for you." I yelled.

Gosh! He was so cocky and arrogant it infuriated me.

I was about to speak again when Brandon appeared.

He was also shirtless and his biceps were bulging. He wasn't wearing his glasses and I could see his sparkling green eyes clearly. They were beautiful.

My breath hitched as I stared at him. Drops of water dripped down his abs, onto the floor. He had a towel wrapped around his neck.

He had just come out of the shower.

I couldn't help but feel a little tingle. My brain was going haywire.

Two guys, shirtless and hot, in front of me.

Oh my God!

Never in a million years, did I think something like this would happen to me.

My eyes darted from Brandon to Ryan and back to Brandon again. As I began to compare....

Ryan was more muscular and toned and his tattoos were a major turn on. He had a six pack and those sexy v-lines.

While Brandon had a lean and toned body. His stomach wasn't ripped and sculpted, like Ryan, but it was still sexy.

I shook my head as I tried to control my dirty thoughts.

God! Why was this happening to me.

These past few days were so stressful.

First, my first kiss. Then the incident at the cafe.

Now, this.

Sexy Hot shirtless guys!

This was so frustrating.

"Liam?" Brandon called my name.

I shook my head and realized they were both staring at me. And they both knew I was having lustful thoughts about them.

This was so embarrassing.

"Uhhhh... Hi Brandon." I did a small dumb and embarrassing wave.

"I came to return your shirt." I blurted our quickly as I handed the shirt over.

"Thanks." He said and took it from him.

"You're....welcome." I stammered.

Then there was silence.

An awkward silence.

All three of us were staring at each other.

None of us saying a word.

"So...Are you and Liam together? Or?" Ryan asked breaking the silence.

"No... No...We aren't...I mean... he" I blurted out immediately.

Brandon stared at me and chuckled. "Way to break my heart, Liam. I wanted to ask you on a date, but if you're not interested in me, then I guess I won't bother."

"No. Wait. It's not like that. I didn't mean that. I think you're hot actually. Very hot." I blurted out again.

What the fuck was wrong with me.

Brandon started laughing loudly, and Ryan had a weird look on his face. Like he was jealous...

I blushed.

I was making a complete fool of myself.

"So you think I'm hot?" Brandon leaned closer and asked. His tall, sexy body towering over me.

"Yes. I think so." I admitted, embarrassingly.

Brandon grinned. "Well, why don't we go out sometime."

I froze.

Was this really happening? Was Brandon asking me out? Was hot and sexy Brandon... asking me out on a date.

A date!!!!!! Wow!

I had never been on a date before.

I wasn't sure what to say.

Before I could reply, Ryan walked back in and slammed the door.

I had no idea what had gotten into Ryan. One moment he was teasing me and the next, he was angry.

He didn't seem like the kind of person who would be jealous. But I could have sworn, he was jealous of Brandon.

I wondered what was going through his mind.

Was it possible that Ryan cared about me and was jealous?

No. No. There is no way.

Ryan had a lot of people chasing after him.

Why would he be jealous of me going on a date with Brandon?

There was no way, a guy like Ryan would be jealous over a plain, ordinary girl like me.

"I'm sorry about my roommate's behavior." Brandon said. "He has a reputation of being an asshole sometimes. So please don't mind him."

"Oh Yeah. I know Ryan." I replied, absentmindedly.

Brandon was taken aback. He raised his eyebrows and said, "You know?"

Shit! Shit!

What the hell was wrong with me?

I shouldn't have told him, I knew about Ryan.

"Do you know Ryan?" Brandon asked.

"No. No. I don't. I mean, I know his brother, Jason, he's my roommate but I don't know Ryan personally. We have never spoken before." I lied.

Brandon nodded.

There was a brief pause before Brandon spoke.

"So would you like to go out on a date with me on Saturday night? My friends and I are going to the movies. There is a new show. I think you'll love it. What do you say, Liam?" Brandon asked. He moved closer to me and placed his hand on my waist.

"A date? I'm not sure. I've never been on a date." I replied. I was nervous as hell.

"You've never been on a date before, Liam?"

"Yes." I replied.

"You're joking, right? You're kidding, right?" Brandon said.

I shook my head. "I haven't. I was homeschooled most of my life and I didn't have any friends growing up. And since I started college, I haven't been out with anyone."

"Wow! I can't believe a beautiful girl like you, has never been on a date. I mean, you're the prettiest girl I've seen on campus and you're telling me, no one has asked you out yet." Brandon replied.

I blushed. "It's the truth. No one has ever asked me out. Until now."

Brandon smiled. "Well, I'm glad to be the first one."

Lifting my chin up and staring straight into my eyes, Brandon said, "So what do you say, Liam. Would you go on a date with me?"

I thought for a moment.

Should I accept the date or not? My heart raced with excitement of being with Brandon. The thought of us together in a dark movie theater, our legs touching, his strong arms holding me.

And then I thought of Ryan.

I wondered if he would be disappointed.

Why was I even thinking of Ryan.

What was wrong with me? The guy was a playboy. He would break my heart.

Don't be stupid, Liam!!!!!, I thought to myself.

I should be thinking thinking of Brandon. A good guy, who was into me.

Not Ryan. He was a jerk. An arrogant jerk.

"Yes." I replied to Brandon. "Yes. I would love to go on a date with you." I smiled. But deep down I felt a pang of guilt.

I don't know why. But I felt guilty about accepting Brandon.