"Yes! Exactly, you told me you didn't like him so I practically cut him out of my life. I had never dated Ryan, never flirted with him, nothing had ever even happened between us and yet I did that for you. But somehow it's okay to see your ex on multiple occasions and not even give me as much as a h
Well that wasn't how I expected things to go. I figured that I would be the one to storm out in a fit, that he would be the one that needed to apologise. He does, he should have told me, but I'm not completely blameless in this either. He's totally right; I still think that he will leave me at a mo
I nod my head, moving my leg to nudge his knee ever so slightly. "So, we're okay?" I ask with a slight smile and a sense of hope. Rhodes nods his head, taking my hand in his and gently pulling me towards him. I manage to manoeuvre myself into a comfortable position sitting on his lap, the hem of the
"My dirty girl" Rhodes confirms as he reaches me, placing his hands on my hips and sweeping me up, placing me on-top of his hips as he lies his back on the bed. He seems to like me on top, and though it's still relatively new to me I think I like it too. "Yours" I nod my head and bite my lip, he li
"What else did she say? Oh god what has she told you about me?" I shake his arm, my demands being answered with laughs. "Relax missy, she didn't share any tiny secrets about you. Though she did give me advise" he pushes part of his hair back, his eyes shining with excitement. I'm still nervous abou
"Happy Birthday to you..." I hear Rhodes's soft husky voice singing quietly in my right ear, waking me up from my slumber. I open my eyes and blink quickly at the light as I come to my senses. I see Rhodes shirtless, sliding back under the covers beside me carrying a tray filled with breakfast foods
"Really?" His eyebrows are raised, small smirk turning up the corners of his lips. "You're not going to fight me on the plans I have for the day?" I shake my head as I tear off a piece of an almond pastry. "Nope. I trust that you know me well enough to plan a nice day. Even though you really don't
My back is pressed up against the hard tile as one of Rhodes's hands reaches up and turns a tap, soaking us both in mildly cold water. I'm about to squeal and complain about how cold it is and how I'm still dressed; but then Rhodes's lips make their way to the patch of skin just below my ear and I l