What a Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy

I took a shower. Just like Ryan requested. But I didn't go looking for him afterwards. I went to bed. I was almost asleep when Ryan came barging into his room, turning the light on.

"What are you doing?" Ryan asked. I sat up and glared at him.

"I'm trying to sleep," I said. Ryan stood there, staring at me for a moment.

"Are you ok?" Ryan asked.

"Just peachy," I said sarcastically, laying back down. Ryan crossed the room to his bed and crawled in next to me, propping himself up with his hand so he could look down at me. I adverted my gaze from Ryan's.

"Jenny," Ryan said.

"What?" I asked.

"Look at me," he said. I didn't listen to him. "Please."

Still didn't look at him. Ryan sighed.

"Look," Ryan said. "I'm sorry. I just--it's wierd that you just slept with someone else. I know it was my idea, but I couldn't touch you knowing someone else had touched you the way only I do."

I looked at Ryan.

"I'm really sorry," Ryan said again. I held myself up on my elbows so I could kiss Ryan softly.

"Apology acceped," I said. Ryan smiled.

"I'm glad," Ryan said. He kissed my forehead. "You can go back to sleep now, if you'd like."

"Good," I said, yawning loudly. "I'm completely drained from earlier."

Ryan stared at me and I finally smirked.

"I had to get some sort of revenge," I said.

"No you didn't," Ryan said.

"Yeah I did," I said.

"Whatever," Ryan said, getting up to shut the light back off. "Go to sleep."