The way you smile and I can't help myself
Girl, you got me tryna catch my breath
You got me tryna catch my breath, yeah

I felt a little giddy when I woke up the following morning, almost like a schoolgirl with her first crush. Butterflies in the stomach and if I didn't have a sprained ankle, I would have danced around my room. Ryan and I had spent the evening watching movies and cuddling on the couch. That was the last thing I remembered. I guess I had fallen asleep and he carried me to bed. I smiled when I thought about our talk. We both shared that we had feelings for each other. We kissed...a lot. We talked some more. It was amazing. However, despite my mushy, gushy feelings, I also felt disgusting. My fever must have broken completely during the night because I woke up drenched in sweat. The sheets and my clothes were soaked and sticking to me.

Ryan had thought to leave my crutches next to the bed for me. He really was sweet. I'm so glad I finally got to see this side of him. So glad that I stopped acting like a total bitch to him.

I sat up and unwrapped my foot. The bite, although still itchy, looked so much better. The swelling had decreased to almost nothing, but was still pretty red. My ankle looked awful. The bruising was much more pronounced today. It could be a long few days. I sighed.

Using the crutches, I peeked into the living room and saw Ryan asleep on the couch. I decided not to wake him up. I stripped the sheets off of the bed and balled them up in the corner. Later, I would ask him to help me put fresh ones and get these washed. What I really needed more than anything was a shower. This could be tricky, but I didn't want to ask for help.

I sat down on the edge of the tub so that I could remove my shorts and underwear, and got an idea. I could probably clean up well enough like this. I might have to stand up on one foot to wet and then rinse my hair, but there were handrails, so I should be able to manage on my own. I had to. I just felt...gross.

"Sam, what are you doing? Are you trying to injure yourself even more?" Ryan's scolding voice startled me, nearly causing me to slip as I was balanced on one foot, wetting my hair.

"I felt disgusting. I woke up drenched in sweat." I explained, realizing I had no way to shield my nakedness, even if I wasn't holding on to the safety rail for dear life.

"You should have woken me up so I could help you. It's not like we haven't seen each other naked before." He scolded me again, but this time, he had a teasing smirk and a twinkle in his eyes. I felt my cheeks heat up, and it was not from the hot water. His gaze had me so flustered, I felt myself start to slip. I grabbed tighter to the safety rails and managed to regain my balance

Luckily, my hair was sufficiently wet, so I sat down on the edge of the tub like I had previously and began to shampoo my hair. "I got this Ryan. I'm mostly sitting." I said.

"Yes, but you nearly fell." I could hear the rustling of clothing behind me, and when I turned my head, he was undressing.

"What are you doing Ryan?"

"Keeping you from getting even more hurt." He stepped around me into the tub. "Stand up. I've got you. Just let me help you. That's what I'm here for." I think my heart may have just exploded.

He extended his hand and I took it. "Just lean back against me, I've got you." He wrapped an arm around my waist as I stood under the shower to rinse my hair. Without me even asking, he used his free hand to grab the conditioner and squeezed some into my hand. He set the bottle down, and helped me massage it into my hair.

"Can you grab my body wash?" I asked after rinsing my hair, my voice sounding husky, realizing how aroused I was from leaning against his naked body. I also realized he was aroused as well, I could feel his hardness pressed against my backside. This was way too intimate.

He grabbed the body wash and squeezed some onto the bath puff I was holding. However, before I could begin washing myself, the bath puff fell out of my hand.

"I've got it, just hang on." He said, then bent down and retrieved the puff. Instead of handing it back to me though, he began rubbing it in gentle circles over my stomach. I couldn't catch my breath. He then moved it up and over my breasts, moving in soft circles, until my entire upper body was lathered. He hung it on the faucet and began rinsing the soap off with his hands. His touch was enough to make me tremble, as his fingers trailed over my body, touching me everywhere. If he hadn't been holding onto me with one arm, I would have fallen for sure.

I felt his lips on the side of my throat, moving softly against my skin.

Fuck taking things slow.

I placed my hand over his and guided it downward, until it was over my heat. I need him to touch me more. I moaned in pleasure as his finger brushed against my clit. After circling it a few times while still kissing along my neck, I gasped when his finger entered me, slowly moving in and out.

"Mmmm. So wet for me." He whispered in my ear, and my one leg that I was balancing on went weak and I started to slip. He quickly grabbed on to me tighter, but sadly had to remove his finger from me to do so. "This is a bad idea." He chuckled.

"Yes it is I agreed," but thought to myself we should take this to the bedroom.

He climbed out of the tub and lifted me out, setting me on my good foot while he towel dried me from head to toe, then wrapped another towel around my head.

I couldn't take it anymore. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smashed my lips against his. The kiss was heated, tongues battling for dominance, both of us moaning into it. The sexual tension was nearly unbearable. I needed him. He lifted me up, never breaking from the kiss, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the bed.

I immediately pulled him down onto me as soon as my back hit the mattress. "I thought you wanted to take things slow." He murmured against my lips.

"Then fuck me slow."

"I don't have a condom." He said.

"I have an IUD. It's fine." I replied, hoping and praying he wanted this as badly as I did. However, one look into his beautiful blue eyes reassured me that he did. This time was going to be different. This time was going to mean something.

His lips sought out mine, and I melted at the softness and tenderness of the kiss. I knew in my heart that this was going to mean something to him too.

Soft lips moving across my jawline, down my neck. Slowly and tantalizingly making their way to my breasts. His lips were setting my skin on fire. When he took my nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, I felt that heat in the pit of my stomach and between my legs.

He slowly kissed his way down to my stomach, my thighs, and finally, his head was between my legs and his hot breath against my equally hot center had my clit already throbbing. His tongue flattened, and he slowly licked a stripe along my wet folds and flicked at my clit with his tongue. My hips shot up off of the bed as I moaned in pleasure. He circled my clit a few times before plunging his tongue into me, lapping at my wetness.

My eyes rolled back into my head, but not before I caught a glimpse of something on the ceiling that had me forgetting the pleasure I had just been experiencing.

"Oh hell no!"

"What?" He lifted his head from between my legs and looked at me perplexed.

"There is a fucking spider on the ceiling right above us. Kill it." I cried out, scrambling to get out of the bed, momentarily standing on my injured ankle and almost falling before catching myself on the edge of the bed. The small black spider was hanging from a single web from the ceiling, and I screamed as it dropped lower, nearly to where I had been laying just moments ago. I had never been that girl who screams over a spider, but that was before I had been bitten by one.

Ryan grabbed a few tissues off of the nightstand and grabbed the spider. He disappeared for a moment and I heard the toilet flush. The spider was gone, but what if my apartment was infested with those creepy things?

"It's okay Sam. It's dead." He put his arms around me, and I realized I was shaking.

"I need to get the hell out of here. Can you take me to Chase and Courtney's house, or a hotel. I don't care where. I can't stay here."

"Of course I will. I'll help you pack a bag." He said, and my heart nearly melted once again over him being so sweet. He could have easily thrown it in my face that I was freaking out over a spider, but he didn't. He understood my fear.

I hated that such a perfect moment had been ruined by a fucking spider.