Olivia's phone started going off before she even reached her car. She saw Ryan's name flash across the screen, so she turned the phone off, and drove to her hotel, crying the entire time.

Upon arriving at her hotel room, she wanted nothing more than a hot shower and bed. She finished her shower and turned her phone back on to set an alarm for the morning. She had at least a dozen texts. All from Ryan.

I'm so sorry Livvy

I acted like a total ass

Please forgive me Livvy

Please talk to me

Oh now he wants to talk. She fumed.

I don't know what else I can say Livvy. I'm sorry

I didn't mean what I said

Good night Olivia. We'll talk in the morning

Ugh! What was she going to do with him? He was clearly a mess. A really hot, sexy mess, but a mess nonetheless. What in the world had she gotten herself into?

She tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, thoughts of Ryan filling her head, before finally falling into a restless sleep.

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A pounding on her door woke Olivia from her sleep. What the hell? It's too damn early for this shit. She looked at her phone: 6:02 am. She groaned.

"I'm coming." She muttered under her breath, grabbing her robe and putting it on. Whoever was banging on her door had better have a good reason.

She looked through the peephole on the door and saw a very rough looking Ryan standing there. He was holding a bag and two coffees.

She threw the door open. "What the hell Ryan? Do you even realize what time it is?"

"I woke you up. Damn. I'm sorry. I guess I fucked up again."

"Yes you fucked up again."

He looked like hell. His eyes were bloodshot with dark circles underneath them, but he laughed. "I never thought I'd see the day where Livvy James drops an F-bomb."

She wanted to slam the door in his face, but something held her back. Despite his laugh, he really didn't look good.

Against her better judgement, she opened the door and motioned him in.

"I brought breakfast, and coffee. An iced white mocha with an extra shot, just how you like it. Chocolate filled croissants. I remember they used to be your favorite."

He seriously thought he could buy her forgiveness with coffee and pastries? Oh, but they smelled so good, and she could feel through the bag they were still warm.

"I'm not hungry." She snapped, but then her stomach growled, completely betraying her. What the hell Olivia.

"You say you're not hungry, but your stomach says otherwise." He smirked.

Damn him. He turned on the charm and she could never stay mad at him.

She took a sip of her coffee and offered him one of the pastries from the bag. He took one, but just picked at it. She wondered what was going through his head.

"Lauren and I were together for about a year. Things were good, but then I started going through a stretch of bad luck. I noticed she seemed distant, but she knew I was stressed out about things, and I thought she was just reacting to that. It wasn't until a few weeks ago, that I caught her with someone else, another driver, one that I thought was my friend. She's been calling and texting me for the last few days, and I've been blowing her off. When she showed up yesterday, it really caught me off guard."

"I'm sorry Ryan. That has to be rough."

"I'm the one who's sorry Livvy. I've been under so much pressure from everyone and this whole deal with Lauren just added to it and I've just been going off on everyone. I know that's no excuse for being a total ass to you. You've been nothing but amazing, and I probably blew that too." He said sadly.

"Ry..."

He cut her off. "I nearly knock you on the ground, break your phone, bite your head off, bite your head off again, then I barge in here and wake you up. God I'm such a dick."

"Well, yeah, but you also bought me coffee. Twice. Fed me my favorite burger and gave me a job, so I guess you're not a total dick. Maybe just a little bit of a dick." She grinned.

He suddenly burst out laughing. "Olivia Grace, You've developed a bit of a potty mouth."

"Yeah, and it's all your fault. You, Ryan Michael are a bad influence."

"Will you forgive me. Again? For being an asshole, dick, bad influence, whatever else you want to call me because I deserve it."

"Fine, but I'm putting you on notice." She couldn't help but grin. He really was impossible to stay mad at.

"Can I ask you something, even if it is a little personal?" He asked.

"Go ahead." She prompted.

"Are you and Dean, like, a thing?"

She burst out laughing.

"No. We are friends. Good friends, but that's it."

"Okay good. He seemed a little possessive of you last week, and I figured since I already kissed you twice, I might want to check myself. I didn't want to step on any toes, because there's a very high possibility that it may happen again."

She could feel her cheeks heating up.

"You don't have to worry about Dean and me. He's...not my type." Oops. She almost slipped up.

"But are you his?" He questioned.

"No. We went out a few times, but there was no chemistry. We decided we're better off as friends." She explained.

"So does that mean if I were to kiss you again, it would be okay?"

Was he really asking to kiss her?

Unable to speak, she simply nodded.

He cupped his hand to her face and pressed his lips to hers oh so softly. She leaned into it. It was so different from last night. Last night had started off slow, but then got a little too heated. This one was more like the first kiss, soft and sweet, and she could not contain the sigh of contentment.

This man was going to be the death of her.

He slowly pulled away, his hand still on her face, his blue eyes as calm and beautiful as she remembered.

"Thank you Livvy, for being you. I'm so glad to have you back in my life. I don't deserve it, but I promise I'll make it all up to you."

This was the Ryan she had known and...loved. Her sweet Ryan. The one who never failed to make her smile, make her heart skip a beat. Give her butterflies and all that cliche, mushy stuff.

He wrapped her in his arms and held her tightly, almost as if he were clinging for dear life.

Something was nagging at her. Ryan was trying to be okay, but he really wasn't. She was certain the pressure he was talking about was getting to him more that he would admit. He needed her, and she made a vow to herself that no matter how many times he pushed her away, that she would be there for him. He needed her, and well, she loved him. She always had.