I constantly try to move around, but something heavy around my body didn't allow me to.

Is my bed this uncomfortable?

I forcefully pinch my eyes open and move my right arm away from the hard pillow it was wrapped around.

I stare at my hand, noticing the small marks that were transferred onto my palm being pressed on the bed all night.

I slept pretty well, better than I have in a long time actually, but I couldn't tell what was so rock hard.

Looking by me, I notice Ronan's face extremely close to mine, I scan his pretty features, my eyes landing on his lashes.

I realize that the hard pillow was his chest, and this was definitely not my bed. His large arm still draped around my waist and his hand full of silver rings resting on my stomach, my head was resting on his bare inked chest, his pearl necklace still on his neck, and my other arm still around him. We were practically cuddling.

My mouth runs dry and I fight the urge to play with his hair.

Why do I like this?

I let out a heavy sigh, moving slightly and attempting to get up.

My attempt fails and instead his grip on my torso tightens, his face turning closer to me while doing so.

One of his dark brown waves fall in front of his face and I bring my hand near his temple, moving the unruly hair away from his face.

I fight my smile at the sight of how he appears while he's asleep, completely different from his personality.

The corners of my lips turn up for a slight second and I put an end to it quickly.

I need to stop.

I'm watching him sleep this is definitely not normal.

I play with the silver snake ring on his index finger, tracing my finger over the small intricate details of the ring.

It's a nice ring.

I awkwardly move away from him and his grip around my torso loosens until his hand wasn't making contact with my waist anymore.

I almost miss his touch, gettingt up, slowly making my way to the bathroom and slamming the door closed.

I move the bangs away from my face, shoving them behind my ears.

Reaching for the hair tie beside the sink, i put my hair up into a somewhat put together low bun and begin to brush my teeth.

My eyes meet the black and white clock, trying to figure out the time since it was a Roman numeral clock, which I struggled to understand.

Apparently it's 1:12 pm, afternoon. It makes sense because we arrived slept late.

The whole time I spent brushing my teeth, and doing my skincare. I only had thoughts about this morning, they wouldn't leave my head.

I couldn't comprehend if I was scared or angry, or happy. I think I'm just scared of change, or unsure of my feelings towards him.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I spot that Ronan's now awake, he's wearing a shirt now. Preferably one of the black ones he owns.

I make my way to the curtains by the balcony, pushing them aside so more sunlight appeared to be lighting the room, I watch as his thumb hovers over his phone's screen as his eyes meet mine, a glass of water in his other hand as he sipped it, not breaking eye contact.

As he swallows the clear liquid, his Adam's apple bobs down continuously while he gulps it down.

I force myself to stop looking at him, setting myself to sit and adjusting myself farther away from him on the king sized bed.

I fiddle with my rings for a minute and he sets his phone down on the mattress, suddenly spreading his legs slightly, I notice that he's about to start a conversation with me. Please don't bring up last night.

"Good morning." He greets, subtly moving near me a bit.

"Morning." I mumble back to him, avoiding his eyes.

I feel his eyes on me as I stared at my phone screen, scrolling through apps aimlessly and finding apps I didn't even know I had. I tried to make it seem like I was doing something.

"Why only a morning?" His voice has more of a rasp now as he asks.

I lock eyes with him for a minute, and then make their way back to the phone, "Cause I had to see your face first thing in the morning."

He rolls his tongue along his bottom lip, his jaw clenching, "Yeah?"

I nod, "Yeah."

"You're spending the rest of the day with me today." He states unexpectedly. Why is he saying that?

"Is this your way of asking me out?" I replied in a sense of amusement, the corner of one side of my lips turning up.

"Fuck no, absolutely not." He declines.

"Then no, I'm not going," I air quote his words, mocking him in a deeper voice. "Spending the day with you"

"It wasn't a request."

Excuse me what?

"Where are we even going?" I ask, agreeing to his idea anyway, I don't even know why I don't have many complaints about this.

"A place. Get ready." He states bluntly, stepping over to the bathroom and shutting the door closed.

I accept my fate, reaching for my luggage again, zipping it open and searching for something to wear.

I come across a dark brown bralette and a matching sheer button up that was cropped, I pair it with a pearl necklace, tan corduroy pants and black platform boots.

Before putting them on, I started on my makeup and deciding not to wear that much today. I grab my makeup bag from the luggage, using the the small compact mirror I packed.

I put on some blush and mascara, leaving my hair out and running my hands through it, patting it down so it didn't appear to be frizzy.

After putting the clothes on, I strap on the boots. They made me seem taller than I already was, I was about 5'7 but wearing them made it seem like I was 5'9.

-

It's been about thirty minutes and we've been walking around for about ten now, I've been snapping photos of New York while looking around.

To our right there was railing separating us from the river on the other side, multiple small boats moving through.

Beside the river were tall colorful buildings, some were plain brick with no coloring while others were brighter colors.

I glanced back at Ronan as he walked forward with no expression to his face, dressed in a white button up that had the first three buttons undone so his cross necklace was revealed and black dress pants, it's so odd how extravagant he dresses sometimes.

I furrow my brows, stopping in place and after he comes to realization I wasn't walking beside him anymore he walks back to me, "What the fuck is your problem?"

"Where are you taking me?" I ask, my question is valid. He could be kidnapping me- or worse, taking me to some secret basement he had all along to hold me captive.

"You'll see." Is all he says, I'm telling you this is suspicious.

He walks quicker, one corner of his lips twitching up, enjoying the fact that I'm struggling to catch up to him.

Asshole.

He walks with his hands in his pockets, sometimes glancing at me.

We finally arrive to this restaurant, the entrance had a black and white striped awning over the door and bay windows.

As I step in, I notice the stone tile covered floors, the walls of the restaurant crowded in a large amount of paintings and pictures.

We get seated at a small wooden table, sitting across from one another.

I bring the rim of the glass of water in front of me to my lips, parting them slightly to sip a bit of it before setting it back down on the wood.

"This is what you needed to show me?" I asked, "Not in a bad way of course, it was just so abrupt."

He nods, "Yeah, do you have a problem with that?" A lopsided smile creeps up his lips as he thinks back to what I said on the airplane.

The waiter comes up to us before I could process what he said, Ronan asks for a bruschetta and asks me what I want and I say the same thing, the waiter stepping away.

"Well, this place is nice." I say as I try to continue the conversation.

"It could be better." He argues, does he not agree with anything I say?

"Well, I mean they could make the outdoor area larger and make it a resort, probably like a hotel, you know what I mean? I'd probably come back here a lot." I ramble, stopping myself before I could say more.

I always have that habit of saying too much, especially to people I don't know that well.

He rolls his tongue along the inside of his cheek, "Would you like that?"

"Mhm, wouldn't you?"

He nods slowly, keeping his gaze on me as the waiter arrives with our food. I thank him, bringing the plate of bruschetta in front of me.

I sip more water, taking a bite of one of them before setting it back on the plate. His eyes darken at the gesture and I glare at him dumbfounded.

"How about we-" I start speaking, quickly getting cutoff by a smirk followed up by him, "We?"

"No, let me finish, how about we play a game." I explain, it's the only way I could at least try to get to know him.

His eyes bounce back and forth between my eyes and lips, "What kind?"

"We keep asking each other questions and answer truthfully." I throw on a small smile.

"Shitty game, I'm not playing."

I ignore his remark, "What's your favorite color?"

"You seriously fucking think I'll lie about a favorite color?"

"Yes."

He groans, "Black."

Really? I would've never guessed.

"Yours?" He returns the question, leaning in closer to me.

"Sage green."

"That's a shade not a color."

"I don't care."

After we finished our food, we stood in front of the register. As I was about to hand the person the money, I spot a hand full of rings hover above mine, handing her his card.

"Why are you paying?" I asked.

He stood beside me, basically towering over me with his tall frame. He tilts his head lower, bringing his lips to my ear. "Why not?"

He takes his card back and grabs my forearm, holding it until we stepped out.

-

It's about six pm now, it's been a few hours since we've been out and I still don't know the purpose of it all.

We strolled across the side of the road, my boots hitting the ground with every step in front of the other.

It's quite dark now, I don't understand how I still have the energy for this.

We stop at an empty and narrow alleyway. I watch as Ronan smiles and reaches for the pack of cigarettes in his dress pant pocket.

He manages to take it out, holding it in between his thumb and his middle finger.

He leans against the brick wall behind him, his legs spread out as he stood. He lights the cigarette between his fingers, cupping his hands around it, smirking as he lit it.

Parting his soft lips, he sets it in between them blowing and taking it out, still holding it in one hand.

I stared at he did so, he offers me one and I decline. "No thanks."

"Can't take it?"

I shake my head, "No, I've done it before I've just forgotten."

His blank expression grows into a smirk as he listens, handing me one. He brings his lips to my ears once again. "I could teach you all over again." He whispers.

I examine the cigarette and he brings a hand to my hips, lighting it for me using his other hand. "Go ahead, yeah?"

I swallow, bringing it to my lips and inhaling way more than I should've.

I take it out, coughing and nearly losing balance. Both of his hands hold my hips before I could drop.

One of his hands move to my lower back, "Easy." He advises in a low, seductive tone.

"Again. Don't inhale so much this time." He hands it back to me.

I try again this time, being able to do it much easier.

"Yeah, just like that." He praises, "Not too bad, yeah?"

I nod, barely being able to stand up straight with everything he's been saying to me.

He grabs his again, putting it to his lips once again, but instead of blowing it out into the air, the distance between us becomes smaller and he blows the smoke into my mouth.

I close my eyes, inhaling the smoke, coughing lightly, taking it in and feeling the heat of his body against mine.

We were smoking together in the middle of an abandoned alleyway, in New York. Out of everything we could've done.

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