Love Unscripted
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“Maybe I want to take care of you just as much as you want to take care of me. Did you ever think of that? Why did you buy me diamond earrings and a necklace? It’s the same question.”
I turned the water off and he handed a towel to me.
“I got you those things because I wanted to. I was in a jewelry store and you were the only person I was thinking of.” His tone was soft and quiet.
“And I paid Tammy because I wanted to treat you to a nice dinner party with all of our friends. You were the only person I was thinking about.”
“Then why won’t you accept the earrings, if it’s my way of taking care of you?”
“Because they were expensive and unnecessary. I told you, there’s only one gift I hope to have from you.” I placed my fingers on his chest. “And if you’re unsure of what that is, it’s right underneath my hand.”
“You already have that,” he whispered.
“Then I have everything I need!” I rose up on my toes to kiss him.
I dried my hair in the bathroom and assumed he’d still be in the bedroom, but he wasn’t there. I found him in the kitchen; he was digging in the refrigerator still wearing a towel.
“Are pants optional today?” I teased, wondering if he wanted to spend the day in bed again. I took two coffee cups out of the cabinet and poured a cup for each of us.
He smiled innocently. “I’m actually out of clean clothes. Do you think I can use your washer?”
Ryan dumped his entire bag, minus his suit, into my washing machine. Typical guy - not bothering to separate whites and darks. I pulled everything back out of the washer and made two piles.
“I wish I had the rest of my clothes from the hotel; that all needs to be washed too.”
“Can anyone pick it up for you?” I asked.
Three phone calls later, he made arrangements with Jason and the hotel to retrieve his things. Jason was going to deliver his bags, but not for a couple of hours. I was looking forward to seeing Jason to thank him for cleaning up my parking space.
I went into the spare room to see if I could find something for him to wear; I knew I still had a few boxes of my dad’s clothing that I hadn’t gotten around to taking to the Goodwill. Ryan followed me as I hunted.
“There’s some sweatpants in this box. Everything is clean.”
He checked the tag on a gray pair of sweat pants and slipped them on. My father was just a little bigger than Ryan, but not by much. I found some cotton shirts in another box.
I tossed a black T-shirt to him.
“All this was your dad’s?”
I nodded and moved a box away from my collection of stained glass. I didn’t want the box to fall and break anything.
“This is as soft as that blue shirt you gave me. Fits too! Are you getting rid of all this stuff?”
“I was going to donate it. You’re welcome to take anything you want.”
“Are you sure? You don’t mind?”
“No, I don’t mind.” I smiled. Ryan’s presence made the loss of my father a lot more bearable.
“Cool! My clothes seem to keep disappearing from the hotel. I’m wondering if Jason is even going to find anything left to bring over here.”
I laughed. “I heard about that! Guess someone is selling your stuff on the Internet, eh?”
He smirked at me. “That’s why I don’t bother buying a lot of expensive stuff. Every time I stay at a hotel, my clothes go missing.”
He had made a small pile of clothing that he apparently wanted to have. I was slightly surprised that he wasn’t opposed to wearing hand-medowns.
Even though he was a famous celebrity, he certainly didn’t act like one. That was one more trait about him that I adored.
While he was still rummaging through the T-shirt box, I paged through one of my stained glass books. I thought since he invited me to his mother’s birthday dinner that I might make her a gift. I didn’t want to go empty handed; I wasn’t raised that way.
“Does your mom like stained glass?” I found a nice picture frame that I could make for her.
“I guess.” He was still busy digging in another large box of stuff. “Cool! Thermal shirts. Taryn, this one still has tags on it.” He put it on his pile.
“Why do you ask?”
“I think I’m going to make her something for her birthday. Do you think she might like this?” I showed him the picture.
“That’s really nice. But you don’t have to do that. I already got her a present. It can be from both of us.” My heart skipped another beat when he said the word ‘us’ again.
I turned the water off and he handed a towel to me.
“I got you those things because I wanted to. I was in a jewelry store and you were the only person I was thinking of.” His tone was soft and quiet.
“And I paid Tammy because I wanted to treat you to a nice dinner party with all of our friends. You were the only person I was thinking about.”
“Then why won’t you accept the earrings, if it’s my way of taking care of you?”
“Because they were expensive and unnecessary. I told you, there’s only one gift I hope to have from you.” I placed my fingers on his chest. “And if you’re unsure of what that is, it’s right underneath my hand.”
“You already have that,” he whispered.
“Then I have everything I need!” I rose up on my toes to kiss him.
I dried my hair in the bathroom and assumed he’d still be in the bedroom, but he wasn’t there. I found him in the kitchen; he was digging in the refrigerator still wearing a towel.
“Are pants optional today?” I teased, wondering if he wanted to spend the day in bed again. I took two coffee cups out of the cabinet and poured a cup for each of us.
He smiled innocently. “I’m actually out of clean clothes. Do you think I can use your washer?”
Ryan dumped his entire bag, minus his suit, into my washing machine. Typical guy - not bothering to separate whites and darks. I pulled everything back out of the washer and made two piles.
“I wish I had the rest of my clothes from the hotel; that all needs to be washed too.”
“Can anyone pick it up for you?” I asked.
Three phone calls later, he made arrangements with Jason and the hotel to retrieve his things. Jason was going to deliver his bags, but not for a couple of hours. I was looking forward to seeing Jason to thank him for cleaning up my parking space.
I went into the spare room to see if I could find something for him to wear; I knew I still had a few boxes of my dad’s clothing that I hadn’t gotten around to taking to the Goodwill. Ryan followed me as I hunted.
“There’s some sweatpants in this box. Everything is clean.”
He checked the tag on a gray pair of sweat pants and slipped them on. My father was just a little bigger than Ryan, but not by much. I found some cotton shirts in another box.
I tossed a black T-shirt to him.
“All this was your dad’s?”
I nodded and moved a box away from my collection of stained glass. I didn’t want the box to fall and break anything.
“This is as soft as that blue shirt you gave me. Fits too! Are you getting rid of all this stuff?”
“I was going to donate it. You’re welcome to take anything you want.”
“Are you sure? You don’t mind?”
“No, I don’t mind.” I smiled. Ryan’s presence made the loss of my father a lot more bearable.
“Cool! My clothes seem to keep disappearing from the hotel. I’m wondering if Jason is even going to find anything left to bring over here.”
I laughed. “I heard about that! Guess someone is selling your stuff on the Internet, eh?”
He smirked at me. “That’s why I don’t bother buying a lot of expensive stuff. Every time I stay at a hotel, my clothes go missing.”
He had made a small pile of clothing that he apparently wanted to have. I was slightly surprised that he wasn’t opposed to wearing hand-medowns.
Even though he was a famous celebrity, he certainly didn’t act like one. That was one more trait about him that I adored.
While he was still rummaging through the T-shirt box, I paged through one of my stained glass books. I thought since he invited me to his mother’s birthday dinner that I might make her a gift. I didn’t want to go empty handed; I wasn’t raised that way.
“Does your mom like stained glass?” I found a nice picture frame that I could make for her.
“I guess.” He was still busy digging in another large box of stuff. “Cool! Thermal shirts. Taryn, this one still has tags on it.” He put it on his pile.
“Why do you ask?”
“I think I’m going to make her something for her birthday. Do you think she might like this?” I showed him the picture.
“That’s really nice. But you don’t have to do that. I already got her a present. It can be from both of us.” My heart skipped another beat when he said the word ‘us’ again.
