Page 107 of Come to Me

I keep my face neutral.

Sure, Ryan is a fucking prick. But he was there for Alyssa when she needed him.

"He sounds like a polite young man."

"He was," she confirms. "He knew I was excited about the dance and he wanted to make sure I was okay. To make sure nothing had happened."

I bite my tongue, jealousy trying to fight its way in.

So teenage Ryan was sweet to teenage Alyssa. It doesn't matter. He's not here now.

"I told him I wasn't in the mood anymore, and he asked if I'd like some company. I think I whispered "yes," because he came all the way to my house, and he sat with me in my room for hours, while my mom was passed out on the couch. He didn't make a big deal of it. Other guys, they would have tried to fuck me. To at least get my top off. Other guys had before..."

She looks at me with concern. I must not be hiding how awful this is.

"I can stop," she offers.

"It's fine."

"The story doesn't end with me having sex with Ryan. I promise."

My muscles relax, ever so slightly. She laughs.

So, I'm obvious. You could try to sue me, but I'd win.

"You're awful," she says.

"I don't like thinking of you hurting. Especially not some creep taking advantage of it."

"You mean the kind of creep who seduces an engaged woman after she gets into a huge fight with her fiancé?"

I nod. "Exactly that kind of creep."

She leans into me, wrapping her arms around me. We just breathe together for a moment, nothing in the world except the two of us.

"He spent the whole night with me. We watched TV for a while, but we eventually fell asleep on my bed. Completely clothed." She looks out the window. "He's the only guy who was ever nice to me without expecting to get something out of it."

I run my hands through her hair. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that."

"It was nothing."

"It was a lot."

She shakes her head again, but she doesn't verbalize her objection.

"So... did you mean that thing you said to your mother?"

"Which thing?"

Isn't it obvious?

"About my cock being bigger than Ryan's?"

She laughs. "You really want to know?"

"I already know I'm better than he is."

She shakes her head. "No, the knowledge will either crush you or go to your head. You can't be trusted."