about it now. I don’t know why, but I kind of want to know who he is. Why did he leave like he did? What color was his hair? What was he like? I have all the questions that haven’t been answered.”
“Didn’t your mother talk about him?”
“No, all she’s told me is that he was gone the minute she told him she was pregnant with me. As far as I know, he’s never met me.”
“Crystal, you shouldn’t worry about it. If he didn’t want you and take the time to get to know you, then he doesn’t deserve you.”
“I know, you’re right, Ryan, but I just can’t help it.”
“What brought on all of this anyway?”
“I was looking at your car and thinking how lucky you are that your father cares so much about you that he fixed your car up for you.”
“Hey, don’t forget that my dad likes you, too.”
“I know, but it’s not the same. I like your family, but they’re not mine.”
“Maybe one day they will be.” He says and I stare at him in shock. Did he just say what I think he said? Is he talking about the “M” word? I’m not ready for that. I know he loves me, but I still don’t know if I love him like that enough to marry him. If we ever did get married, it would be far down the road after I finish college and get a job at NASA. I’m not going to ruin my chances by dropping out to get married.
“Ryan, I don’t know, I can’t think that far ahead just yet, I...”
“Look, I was just saying one day, a long time from now, don’t worry.” He says cutting me off.
I breathe a sigh of relief. “Well, okay then, but there’s so much I want to do, you know?”
“I know and I want you to accomplish your goals, you know that.”
“I know.” I answer.
Ryan pulls into the parking lot of a restaurant. It’s not as fancy as the one he took me to last time, but it still looks nice all the same. He parks the car, opens my door and escorts me in the restaurant. He gives his name to the hostess and he tells her exactly where he wants us to be seated. I still can’t get over that. I’ve never been with someone who is so commanding. He orders our drinks and an appetizer then stares at me. His eyes gleam with lust, or at least I think that’s what his stare indicates.
“Do you realize just how beautiful you are?” He asks. His brown eyes still carry the same kind of intensity. I blush at his words, and take a moment to really look at him. He is gorgeous, and I don’t know why I’m only noticing this recently. Was I dead the whole time I’ve been friends with him?
“I don’t know about beautiful, but you are handsome.” I tell him and blush again.
“You’re even prettier when you blush.” He smiles at me. “I never did thank you for your picture last night.” He adds with a devilish grin.
“Oh yeah, that.” I blush again. “I have a question, and it may seem weird.” I start.
“Go on.” He prompts
“I was looking at the picture and it seems that one of my boobs is bigger than the other.”
“Crystal, I was staring at the picture all night long last night and there isn’t anything wrong with your tits, in fact they’re fucking beautiful.”
“You don’t think I need a breast augmentation?” I ask.
“What gave you that idea?” He asks
“I don’t know, I think my boobs could be bigger.”
“Crystal, your tits are perfect. I haven’t seen a pair that I like more than yours, they aren’t mismatched and you don’t need implants. You’re perfect just how you are.” He says and reaches across the table and grabs my hand. “I don’t know where you got the idea that you have flaws, but you don’t. Not in my eyes. There isn’t a single thing I would change about you.”
I’m taken aback by his words. I didn’t know he really felt this way about me. He thinks I’m perfect? How can that be? I’m not perfect, I’m not flawless. How does he see this? I feel humbled by his words, and slightly guilty. His feelings for me seem genuine and yet, I still
“Didn’t your mother talk about him?”
“No, all she’s told me is that he was gone the minute she told him she was pregnant with me. As far as I know, he’s never met me.”
“Crystal, you shouldn’t worry about it. If he didn’t want you and take the time to get to know you, then he doesn’t deserve you.”
“I know, you’re right, Ryan, but I just can’t help it.”
“What brought on all of this anyway?”
“I was looking at your car and thinking how lucky you are that your father cares so much about you that he fixed your car up for you.”
“Hey, don’t forget that my dad likes you, too.”
“I know, but it’s not the same. I like your family, but they’re not mine.”
“Maybe one day they will be.” He says and I stare at him in shock. Did he just say what I think he said? Is he talking about the “M” word? I’m not ready for that. I know he loves me, but I still don’t know if I love him like that enough to marry him. If we ever did get married, it would be far down the road after I finish college and get a job at NASA. I’m not going to ruin my chances by dropping out to get married.
“Ryan, I don’t know, I can’t think that far ahead just yet, I...”
“Look, I was just saying one day, a long time from now, don’t worry.” He says cutting me off.
I breathe a sigh of relief. “Well, okay then, but there’s so much I want to do, you know?”
“I know and I want you to accomplish your goals, you know that.”
“I know.” I answer.
Ryan pulls into the parking lot of a restaurant. It’s not as fancy as the one he took me to last time, but it still looks nice all the same. He parks the car, opens my door and escorts me in the restaurant. He gives his name to the hostess and he tells her exactly where he wants us to be seated. I still can’t get over that. I’ve never been with someone who is so commanding. He orders our drinks and an appetizer then stares at me. His eyes gleam with lust, or at least I think that’s what his stare indicates.
“Do you realize just how beautiful you are?” He asks. His brown eyes still carry the same kind of intensity. I blush at his words, and take a moment to really look at him. He is gorgeous, and I don’t know why I’m only noticing this recently. Was I dead the whole time I’ve been friends with him?
“I don’t know about beautiful, but you are handsome.” I tell him and blush again.
“You’re even prettier when you blush.” He smiles at me. “I never did thank you for your picture last night.” He adds with a devilish grin.
“Oh yeah, that.” I blush again. “I have a question, and it may seem weird.” I start.
“Go on.” He prompts
“I was looking at the picture and it seems that one of my boobs is bigger than the other.”
“Crystal, I was staring at the picture all night long last night and there isn’t anything wrong with your tits, in fact they’re fucking beautiful.”
“You don’t think I need a breast augmentation?” I ask.
“What gave you that idea?” He asks
“I don’t know, I think my boobs could be bigger.”
“Crystal, your tits are perfect. I haven’t seen a pair that I like more than yours, they aren’t mismatched and you don’t need implants. You’re perfect just how you are.” He says and reaches across the table and grabs my hand. “I don’t know where you got the idea that you have flaws, but you don’t. Not in my eyes. There isn’t a single thing I would change about you.”
I’m taken aback by his words. I didn’t know he really felt this way about me. He thinks I’m perfect? How can that be? I’m not perfect, I’m not flawless. How does he see this? I feel humbled by his words, and slightly guilty. His feelings for me seem genuine and yet, I still
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