enough to cover her own intimate spots. She moved onto shaky legs, her hurt knee loose enough to hold a little bit of her weight. With careful hops, she made it past him and into the hall to grab her crutches.
"Get dressed and I'll meet you up front." Ryan reached over and brushed his hand down her back and over the curve of her butt. "So fucking hot, girl."
He turned and walked into the men's locker room, his towel dropping just before he turned the corner. Chrissy reached up and pressed her hand to the wall beside her, the perfect curve of his naked ass leaving her gasping softly for air. She turned and pressed her back to the wall, her body aching for him. This wasn't good. A night alone in his father's house and all she could think about was him above her, working hard to make them both explode into nothingness?
"Shit," she whispered and moved to the women's locker room. Cold shower it was. For both of them.
He dropped her off at her dorm room, not too many words spoken between them. They had agreed to going to the party and then back to his place, but Chrissy was too consumed in the fantasies that might be played out to really converse over anything. He would pick her up at five and they would head out to Manhattan to her uncle’s house.
She needed to call Jason, but she hated to face the music. He was likely to be pissed and there wasn't really any way around it. Chrissy walked into the building, the halls empty, the world quiet. Elizabeth was most likely gone, her parents overbearing and controlling from what she could make out. She needed to spend a little more time getting to know her new roommate. The girl needed a friend and Chrissy was more than happy to step in.
She moved into the room, Elizabeth standing by the window.
"Oh, I thought you'd be gone." Chrissy let the door close behind her as she moved to her bed, dropping down and sighing loudly.
"My folks had a big party to go to tonight, so I decided not to head home until tomorrow. The fewest days possible with them is best for all of us." She smiled and moved to sit on her bed. "How are you? I feel like we've been blowing and going, not seeing each other too much."
"Good. I've been working out my knee at the gym with Ryan."
"Coach Phillips’ son?"
"Yeah. He's so much cooler than Jason gives him credit for. He's coming with me to my Uncle's party tonight. Jason's going to be there. You should come with us."
"I don't know. I don't want to crash your party. I'm good just staying here."
"You're coming." Chrissy picked up her phone and turned to lie down on the bed. It took a few minutes to get her leg in the right place, but a few extra grunts and wiggles and she relaxed. Elizabeth needed to get to know Jason. Nothing would probably come of them, but he was going to be in her life as Chrissy's roommate for at least the next two years. Her brother would graduate in May, but his Master’s was next on his list of things to do.
She dialed his number as Elizabeth slipped into the bathroom.
"Hey. You okay?" His deep voice filled the line.
"Yeah, just wanted you to know that Elizabeth and Ryan are coming with us to Uncle Marc's."
The line went silent for a minute. Chrissy held her breath, waiting for the explosion.
"Ryan who?"
"Coach Phillips’ son. I've been working out with him this week and he's a cool guy, Jason. He doesn't have anywhere to go, and he's coming with me."
"Yeah, okay. I don't like it, but I've heard a few things this week that make me think I might have given in to preconceived ideas about the guy. Not sure I like him, but whatever. You and Elizabeth need a ride?"
"Ryan's picking us up. We'll meet you there at six. You might have to bring Elizabeth back to the dorm when we're done."
"Where are you going to be?"
"Ryan's taking me out."
"On a date?"
"Yeah, on a date."
"Awww hell. I was going to give him a chance. Now forget it."
"Awesome. Love you. See you tonight." She hung up and laughed at the sound of him yelling
Sidney Sheldon, Tilly Bagshawe