"What do you mean you weren't on track with her?" I questioned him, surprisingly.
"Is she not your girlfriend?" I threw at him, chopping the last tomatoes.
"And how many times do I have to tell you, she isn't my girlfriend?" Ryan shot back, and I stopped chopping and turned around to face him with a disapproved look.
"But you do know, she loves you," I frowned, folding my arms on my chest, if he wasn't serious with her then he should stop toying with her feelings.
"Ley, can we not talk about this?" He sighed in frustration, raking his fingers through his hair, and gave me those usually tired looks in his eyes.
"If you are not interested in her, then stop toying with her," I glared at him.
"Excuse me? I'm not toying with her, she knows how I feel with her, she's just being clingy, it's her not me," Ryan implied, giving me an irritated look and I sighed.
Ryan began walking closer to me, "I continue with the chopping," He said, and I turned around immediately.
"No, I'll finish it," I told him and picked the onions.
I looked up and stared Ryan in the face, he was also gazing at me when I smiled at him.
"Careful with the knife. Because you're acting like a pro," Ryan smirked while I rolled my eyes at him, his gaze went from my hands back to my face.
"I know, you don--"
"Ouch!" I screamed out, flinging the knife on the counter, while Ryan moved closer to me and held my left hand in his as he stared at the blood oozing out from my index finger.
His brows knitted and he looked so worried.
"I'm fi-fine" I assured him when the pain subsides, but scolded myself for not giving my attention to what I was chopping.
"I told you to be careful," He growled, staring at me while I swallowed.
"Come, let's wash the blood off," Ryan muttered, he pulled me to the sink and switched on the tap.
He helped me wash off the blood, being so gentle around the slight cut on my index finger.

"Hey, no need to be worried, I'm fine," I said, and he turned his face to stare at me, a bit thrilled.
"I'm not being worried," He said calmly.
"Let's clean the wound," He muttered and began pulling me with him, we walked out of the kitchen into the dining room then we began to go up the stairs.
He passed my room and I sensed he was taking me to his room, I kept mute and just followed behind him.
We got to the door at the far end of the passage and Ryan opened the door and pulled me inside, then he closed the door behind him.
"Let me get the kit," He notified, leaving my hands while I stared around his room. It was neat and looked more mature than mine, which looked like a Disney princess room.
I walked further into the room and sat on the edge of his big-sized bed. Shortly, Ryan walked out of his bathroom, I think, and started coming over to me.
He squatted in front of me while I tugged stray strands of hair around my face behind my ear. My gaze squinted to the small box he placed on the floor and opened it.
He brought out a small bottle of spirit and cotton wool, taking out the cotton wool, Ryan deepened the white wool into the spirit bottle he just opened.
"This is going to sting," He notified me, and I nodded in anticipation.
"Mm," I tightened my lips together when Ryan placed the soaked wool on my small cut, I winced pressing my lips together.
Ryan cleaned the surrounding before taking the plaster out of the box and placing it on my wound.
"All done," He informed me, staring at my plastered finger, and I smiled at Ryan.
"Thanks," I muttered and stood up, closing the small box after putting back the cotton wool and spirit in it.
Ryan made his way to his bathroom while I glanced around the room, the bed felt so comfy that I wanted to sleep in it. I wanted to inhale his scent and fantasize about him in a kind of weird way.
I glanced towards his drawer and saw a picture of me on his chest. An overwhelming smile lit up my face as I stood up and walked to the chest. I checked the picture, it was the one I took two years back before I left him.
Ryan returned to the room and I turned around holding the small framed photo of me, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he came closer to me.
"You still have this picture," I smiled at him, showing him the framed picture of me.
"Yeah," He muttered, wrapping his arms around me and churning me round to face him.
"Ryan," I gasped, staring at him getting vulnerable.
"What are you doing?" I asked him when he pulled me closer to his body.
"Have you forgotten?" He asked, raising a brow at me, his eyes were amused as he glimmered at me.
"What?" I breathed out, trying to stare into his eyes, wondering what I'd forgotten.
"Cut your hand and get a kiss," He reminded, and my eyes widened with alarm.
"Ry--"
That was it, he shut me up, claiming my lips with his.
I struggled against him, but he pushed me to the bed and climbed on top of me immediately.
"Ryan," I called out, trying to knock him out of his dazed state.
My shirt rolled up while Ryan placed one of his legs between my legs and leaned closer to me as he kissed me again.
I couldn't think, he was filling up my senses.
"Ryan!" I gasped out when he tickled my side, making me arch my body into him.
He began kissing me, moving his lips against mine. 'No! No, Hailey, you can't do this... He's your Stepbrother,' My mind echoed into my ear and a slight moan escaped my lips when Ryan touched the side of my thigh, trailing his hand up to my hips.
"Ryan," I gasped into his kisses, he slipped his tongue into my mouth, he was too strong for me to push him away from me.
A part of me was giving in as I began kissing him back, but a second sense cautioned me.
I was desperate and frustrated at the same time, I wanted Ryan, I really do, but I don't want to get tangled up with him, I promised myself that, but he was breaking through my walls.
"Hailey," He whispered huskily between my lips, his touches were burning on my skin.
"Kiss me back," He pleaded, cravings and desire in his voice, and I gasped into his lips.
The feeling of his lips on mine was also driving me crazy.
'He's your Stepbrother,' My subconscious reminded, and I closed my eyes shut in agony.
He sucked on my bottom lip, and I got trapped, I wanted to kiss him too.
'I'll think about that later,' I told myself and decided to enjoy the moment, I wrapped my hands around his neck pulling him closer to me, then I began kissing him, it wasn't just any kiss, but a kiss of deprivation that I unleashed after holding back from him.
Our lips molded perfectly with each other, my fantasies about him became reality, we devoured each other with our lips, I've never felt so wanted, so in need while I gave myself to him.
"I missed you so much, Ley," He muttered, breaking the kiss and began trailing his lips down to my collar bone.
I also missed him too, but I couldn't confess about it to him.
He began kissing, sucking on my neck, he knew where my soft spot was, and he went for it immediately, I threw my head back in ecstasy as he nibbled on my neck.
'This is wrong, Hailey,' My mind scolded.
'I'm just enjoying the moment, leave me!'
Then I felt his hand move further under my clothes, he touched my stomach, while my breath hitched and suddenly went dry.
He was doing more than a kiss... His hand moved up a bit more until he touched my breast and I jolted in response.
"Ryan!"
"Stop," I begged as he began squeezing my breast in his hands.
"Oh!" I gasped when he twirled my hardened nipple around his finger.
"Ryan, please," I cried out, he was torturing me with just his hand, I've never gotten more turned on than ever, he kept on nibbling on my neck while he played with my left breast, my body was on fire.
He finally left my neck and looked at me, his hazel eyes were so alluring and tempting that I wanted to give in.
He leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips, then he got over me, leaving me panting on his bed.
Then he sat on the edge of the bed and raked his finger through his hair and stood up.
He turned around to look at me while I stared at him speechlessly, my cardigan rolled up to my waist showing him the black lace panties I was wearing, but I was shivering and couldn't even do anything to pull them down.
Likewise, he gave me one more long stare that dived deeply into my soul.
"I'll go finish cooking," He said and walked out while I lay on his bed, helplessly.