Descending Darkness(77)

“I’m all sweaty and gross. I need to take a really quick shower; just to rinse all the dirt off of me. I’ll make it fast, don’t worry.” She looks over her shoulder and smirks at me. Wow, I don’t think she can get more beautiful. Not even trying, she still looks good. I know that I am being a little overprotective and clingy, but could anyone blame me?

“Fine, but if you’re not out in…seven minutes I’m coming in there. No matter what.”

“Seven minutes?”

“I couldn’t decide between five and ten minutes, so I picked seven,” I explain while walking over to my dresser. Knowing that she is still watching, I slowly pull my shirt over my head and throw it into the laundry basket.

“That’s just cruel,” she says breathily.

“You’re welcome to return the favor if you want,” I suggest to her, knowing that it will make her blush.

On cue, her cheeks redden. Rolling her eyes, she goes into the bathroom and quickly shuts the door. I laugh as I finish dressing. I grab a shirt. This could be interesting. I throw the shirt back into the drawer and sit down on the bed.

Five minutes later, the bathroom door opens, and Ryanne slowly comes out. She yawns as she blindly walks toward the bed. She’s wearing one of my shirts and a pair of shorts…that aren’t visible beneath the shirt. The shirt stops on her thighs, exposing a lot of skin. For being so short, her legs look so long. Crawling onto the bed with her eyes closed, she falls against her pillow and rolls toward me.

“Why am I,” she opens her eyes and looks at me, “the only one wearing a shirt?”

I laugh and pull her closer to me. I can feel all of her curves against me as I roll over onto my back. Resting her head on my chest, she sighs and closes her eyes.

“Goodnight, Ry.”



*****

Rolling onto my back, I brush a hand through my hair, pushing all the stray strands out of my face. Slowly, I sit up and look around. The bed is empty. I can hear the shower running, so I know where Colton is. I reach toward the nightstand and grab onto the clock. It is 9:13 a.m. I’ve gotten a lot of sleep, but I am still really tired.

I push myself out of bed and walk over toward Emma’s room. I can hear the girls moving around, so I knock on their door. Running a hand through my thick hair, I close my eyes and lean against the doorframe, waiting for someone to open the door.

“No, Liam is totally into you. Just tell him already.”

“Will you stop speaking so loud and just answer the door?” Natalie says. The door swings open, and Emma grimaces when she sees me.

“Girl, you definitely need some help. Come in.” Instead of letting me walk in on my own, she drags me inside. If it was up to me, I’d remain in my pajamas all day. Today, I’d rather deal with Emma making me presentable than do anything myself. Emma walks into the bathroom and turns on the shower. Turning toward me, she tells me to get in. When she walks out of the bathroom, I undress and get in the shower.

Washing my hair and shaving are arduous tasks this morning. Logan healed me last night, so I’m not sure why I feel like this today. I wrap a towel around my body and walk out of the bathroom. Emma and Natalie are sitting on the bed, waiting for me.

“So, what’s going on? You’d never come to me for help unless you felt like complete crap,” Emma says. She is right. I don’t come to her for help because she wants me look more girly.

“I’m too tired to put any effort into my outfit, and I know what you’d say if I just throw on a pair of athletic shorts and a sweatshirt...so I decided to just let you help me this morning. I just want to go back to sleep, but I don’t want anyone worrying about me,” I tell her quickly. My wet hair is dripping down my back and is starting to bother me. I grab a small hand towel and wrap it around the ends.

“Ok, let me find something for you. Actually, Natalie should pick something out. She’s more of your style. I’ll get to work on your hair. We’ll make you look as good as new.”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“It’s Colton,” I say as I get up and head toward the door. Emma gives me this confused look. I can’t read his mind or anything, but I know it’s him. I make sure the towel is secure before I answer the door.

“Good morning, Colton,” I answer as cheerfully as I can get. I don’t need him to get suspicious and start worrying more than he already does.

“You okay?” He asks as he slowly looks over me. My grip on the towel tightens as his eyes lower to it. He raises his eyebrows before swallowing audibly. I bite my lip as I watch him. Continuing lower, he looks me completely over before looking back into my eyes. It is weird feeling like this. Before Colton, I didn’t really have any experience with guys. No one wanted me before. Now, someone does. It is an oddly exhilarating feeling. I know that I am blushing crazily when his eyes meet mine.