Unwritten Rules

“What are we doing, Alex?” Ryan breathes against my lips, his voice husky with restraint.

It’s too sensible of a question for this moment, so I ignore it. My mind is a whirlwind, my body acting on impulse. Overthinking is a luxury I can’t afford right now.

“Stay,” I whisper, my words brushing his mouth like a plea.

His eyes search mine, the vulnerability in my voice catching him off guard. “Stay?” he repeats, sitting up fully. The shift leaves me straddling him, our closeness suddenly electric. His gaze locks on me, a mix of curiosity and shock flickering across his face. “Like... stay stay?”

I can’t trust my words anymore. Instead, I take the boldest step I’ve ever taken. Without hesitation—though my heart is pounding—I pull my shirt over my head, baring myself before him.

Ryan swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes trace down to my chest before snapping back to my face. His expression softens, concern edging into his intense stare.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice quiet but firm. His hands rest gently on my waist, grounding me. “Promise me you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” I reply softly, my voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside me. “I promise.”