Chapter 7

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RYAN'S POV

Walking to Becca's front door was one of the most nerve-wrecking things I have done in my life. Why was I so anxious?

I didn't have time to contemplate for long because the door flew open just before I got to it, revealing my gorgeous girl. Her hair was cascading down her back in a loose braid with tendrils falling to frame her beautiful face. Her figure was accentuated by a flowing red sundress with a black cardigan covering her otherwise bare shoulders.

"Wow," I say huskily and take a shaky breath before clearing my throat. "You look amazing."

"Thank you." Her words were soft and she broke out in a blush from my words. "So do you," she adds sweetly.

"Nah, I feel way under dressed now," I gesture to my dark grey thermal and blue jeans before holding my hand out for her to take. I relish at how small and dainty her hand feels compared to my large ones.

We walk to my truck and I open the door for her before jogging over to my side and hopping in.

"The museum we are going to is about an hour and a half away. I need to fill up my truck so I figured we could grab some snacks and stuff before heading out. Sound okay?"

"Yep," she answered, popping the 'p' with a cute smile.

The gas station is only a few blocks away and while she waits for me to fill up I hand her my phone to pick a playlist for the drive. Becca is so devoted in choosing music that she doesn't notice that I've finished with the gas.

"What do you want for snacks?" I asked, figuring she would come in with me.

She jumps a little at my voice before shooting a big smile my way. "Surprise me."

A few minutes later I pay for everything and I walk back to the truck. Becca's still distracted with my phone so I hide the bag behind my back but slip out the snack I bought as a joke. I knock on the window before opening the driver side door so she doesn't get startled again.

"Here you go." I toss the single serving bag of sour cream and onion chips onto her lap.

"Uhh, thanks," she mutters, opening the bag and slowly taking a chip out. I hear my low chuckle before I even realized I laughed.

"That was a joke Becs. Don't eat those." I snatch the bag back and throw it right in the trash near the gas pump. "Here," I say while setting the plastic bag of goodies on the seat between us.

She giggles. "I thought you forgot about that."

"I never forget anything," I say looking at her seriously, but I guess my attempt at steely gray eyes fails because she full on laughs now. It turns out to be one of the most amazing sounds I've ever heard. Like for real.

"Then don't forget what I'm about to tell you," Becca said with mischievous eyes.

"What's that?"

"Humor is not a strong quality of yours."

I play shock: "What?! Come on I'm hilarious!"

We both crack up and I start my truck to pull out onto the road. Becca connects my phone to the AUX and puts on what she chose for music: Road Trip Radio on Pandora. It's one of my favorites because it has all genres of music but all the songs were popular and mostly everyone knows the words to them. I'm surprised she picked it.

The conversation flows freely the entire way to the museum. I pay the fee to enter the exhibit and we walk in holding hands. I'm astonished with the human body displays but Becca seems completely stunned. She takes in everything she's seeing and reads the information plaques at each stop.

About three hours later we make our way towards the exit.

"That was amazing!" Becca exclaims. She stops walking and grabs both of my hands to look into my eyes with her brilliant blue ones. "Seriously Ryan, thank you so much for taking me here."

"You're welcome," I say with a smile and gently lead her outside only to find out it's pouring rain. "Stay here okay? I'll go get the truck."

I briefly hear her say something as I sprint towards my vehicle but I was already on my way. Driving up to the entrance I see some guy talking to Becca and she looks mighty uncomfortable. I don't think too much of it since she spots me and starts walking towards my truck; however, the man starts following her and reaches out to grasp her wrist when she doesn't stop. Before I know it I'm out in the rain, striding towards Becca. Noticing that her eyes are wide with fright, I gently pull her behind me and face the man. He's much shorter than me, only about five foot ten.

"Can I help you?" he stupidly asks after I shoot him a menacing glare.

"Yeah. You can start by keeping your filthy hands off my girl and getting the fuck out of here." He holds his hands up and shrugs.

"Hey man I didn't know she was taken. I just wanted to see if she would like to hang out."

"By trying to grab her when she's walking away from you? I think that clearly means she wasn't interested." I basically spit the insult at him since I'm too angry to rationalize my decisions. I'm about to add more when I feel a tiny tug on the back of my shirt. Taking a deep breath, I reach behind me and position Becca snugly to my side. "Don't ever let me see you near her again," I threaten as I turn to leave.

"Dude I don't even know her! How would I..." His voice cuts off when I shoot him a murderous glare.

After helping Becca into the truck, I jog, through the rain, to my side. I notice her shivering in her now soggy clothing and reach under the seat to grab the sweatshirt I tossed there a few days ago after school. Turning up the heat, I drive to an empty side of the parking lot and hand her the sweatshirt.

"I don't want you to get sick. Take that wet cover up off and wear my sweatshirt." I realize I'm basically commanding her to do this so I quickly add in: "please," in a much gentler voice.

I put my hands over my eyes in case she needs any privacy and don't move them until she speaks.

"What about you?"

Turning to her, I observe a pile of sopping red and black clothing on the floor of my truck. She's wearing only my sweatshirt and my heart rate speeds up. It's not like I can see anything... It's so large on her that it goes past her mid-thigh but still! Remembering that she asked me a question I haven't answered yet I finally reply.

"I'll be fine."

"Ryan," Becca whines.

I reach behind my head with one arm and tug the sopping shirt off before adding it to her pile on the floor. Her eyes go wide as she takes in my muscular body, six pack and all. Chuckling, I start driving again.

"Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer," I joke.

She blushes and quickly looks away.

"What should we do for dinner?" I ask, trying to relieve some of her embarrassment.

"I can cook for you if you want."

"Sweetheart, I would love that."

"We'll have to stop at the market though," she mentions sleepily and attempts to lean on the side window. Her small body looks painful at the awkward angle.

"That's fine." Reaching out, I grab her arm and gently slide her across the bench seat so she's closer to me. She shoots me a weird look.

"Just lean on me, you'll be more comfortable." She doesn't look convinced so I sigh loudly. "Becs I'm honestly freezing. Please come over here and warm me up." She rolls her eyes but scoots over, resting her head on my arm and stays quiet for a few minutes.

"You're a liar," she mumbles with her eyes closed.

"What?"

"You aren't cold. You're like a thousand degrees."

I chuckle and swing my arm around her, pulling her closer as I lazily run my hand up and down her back. She's silent for a while and eventually slumps over, laying her head on my right leg. Fixing her seatbelt so the shoulder strap isn't choking her causes my eyes to slightly wander. My sweatshirt slid up when she rested her legs on the seat and it had to be less than an inch away from showing her panties. I tear my gaze away and focus on the road. Gently moving Becca's head, I'm able to reach down and 'adjust' myself. I mean hey I am an eighteen-year-old guy. My mind wanders.

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Finally arriving in front of the small house where Becca lives, I cut the engine and stretch my arms. She's still asleep and I really don't want to wake her but it's about five o'clock and I'm starving.

"Hey Becs," I whisper while brushing some of her stray hair out of her face. The braid is a complete knot from her moving around in her sleep but she still looks so beautiful.

She slowly stirs awake and sits up to rub the sleepiness from her blue eyes.

She speaks, "We have to go to the market," her voice soft and raspy.

"I figured you would want to change first," I explain with a smile.

Becca immediately turns red when she looks down at her bare legs that are only slightly covered by my sweatshirt.

I nudge her. "I'll wait here, you go change."

She comes back a few minutes later in some leggings and a sweater in her own size. I take my sweatshirt back and slip it over myself noticing that it smells like her which I don't mind at all.

While driving to the market, Becca takes her hair out of the braid and swipes it up into a messy bun on the top of her head. I inwardly groan because literally every male on the planet thinks about one thing when a woman has perfectly messy hair....

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