It took most of the day to sleep off the hangover and for the portion that I was awake, I wasn't exactly productive. There was a lot of couch time and greasy food involved. Probably not a good look on me, but Ryan was out for most of the day anyway.
Finally, it was 5pm and we needed to leave for the banquet in an hour. I could slack no longer. I needed to remove myself from the couch. Somehow.
Of course, Ryan was already upstairs. It was our first big public event as a couple and I could tell that she was definitely a little nervous. Usually, she didn't take this long to get ready. I thought it was pretty cute, actually.
After a long shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and went into the walk-in closet to grab a suit, tie and shirt. As I pulled my dress shirt off the hanger, a button snagged on the shirt beside it and popped off, flying onto the floor. Figures. I'd fixed the patio door, but somehow I was breaking things today, too. On top of everything else, now I had to sew.
I walked into the bathroom, where Ryan was getting ready.
"Hey, do you have a sewing ki-" I stopped dead in my tracks.
She was standing in front of the vanity, doing her makeup in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching, tiny, underwear. Skin, so much skin. And curves.
"What was that?" Ryan asked, looking at me in the mirror as she applied her lipstick.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over all of that hotness," I said, scanning her up and down with a grin. "You can't run around like that and expect me to keep my hands off of you."
"I'll have you know that I was minding my own business in here," she said with a sexy smirk, setting her lipstick down on the counter.
"To be fair, the door was open. Besides, I'm not complaining." I stepped closer to her, putting my hands on her bare shoulders. Her hair was pulled up, giving me unrestricted access to her perfect, edible neck.
"I just didn't want to get makeup all over my dress," she shrugged.
I let my hands wander down her body, exploring the soft curves. "But now, you'll have me all over you instead," I said in her ear, as my lips found their way to her neck.
She tilted her head, yielding to me. "What about your shirt?"
Shirt? What shirt?
"I could go to the banquet shirtless for all I care right now," I murmured between kisses.
"I'm going to have to veto that one. You'd get too much female attention."
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When nursing student Ryan Winters moves into hockey captain Ethan Russell's place, they both agree that they can keep things from getting weird. The only problem? Smoldering sexual tension that they both try to ignore. Ryan tells herself that all s...