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you, Livi,” pauses and proceeds to tell me, “I will be fine, just going to take a cold shower to break my heat from the alcohol. You go off to sleep.” I am still crouching with my hand rubbing his back. He lets out a little moan as if he finds this comforting. I slowly stand to bring my hand away and step back to grab a towel off the bar and place it close to him for his shower.
     
    I leave the bathroom and leave the door slightly ajar. I walk into my room, climb back into bed. I notice that I have his very sexy comforting smell on my hand from rubbing his back. I smile as I grip my pillow trying to get comfortable as I listen to the shower water run. The relaxing sound of the splashing water must have put me to sleep.
     
    I am awoken again by an arm over my hip and Ryan’s gentle breathing while he is asleep. He climbed into bed with me after his shower and decided he wanted to cuddle against me. I do not move. I just lie there and I too feel secure with his arm around me. I smile and soon drift back to sleep.
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER 4
     
     
    My alarm goes off and I quickly hit it off trying not to wake Ryan. I do not want to move, but I have to get to school. I gently slip out of his arm and I stand up. I turn to look at him and see this very sexy man who came to bed with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His giant muscular thighs are hardly being covered with my towel which the towel seems so small at this moment. I pull my eyes away to stop staring at this gorgeous man that I had loved since college. I walk to the glass sliders and pull the room darkening curtain across so Ryan will not have the rising sun in his eyes and maybe sleep in, too. I turn on the ceiling fan so he has a cool breeze to keep him from getting too warm. I bustle around to leave for work on time.
     
    I head out on to the road and notice I only have one dog with me. What traitors those animals are staying with Ryan instead of the person who feeds them. I pick up my pace fully knowing I am going to be late, but thinking has overcome me again. Maybe being late is a good thing, and then I do not have to answer any of Parker’s questions about Ryan’s visit or about what happened yesterday. I am running up the stairs to the school and turn right around the corner to my classroom. There is Parker as always with a cup of coffee for me. He hands to the cup to me with a gentle apologetic smile then he whispers to me as the students are running to their classroom, “We’ll talk later.” He turns away from me going into his room.
     
    Ryan - I wake up pretty late and realize the warmth next to me is my dog and not Livi. I get up noticing that I am in her bed, the bed she stole from the house when she split. Well, it is her bed that she has had since second grade, but I keep shaking my head. Of all the things for her to take and ship is her king sized childhood bed. She really is pathetic and I remember all those times trying to get a real bed. She would fight me so hard. She would tell me that she has tried other beds and needs her platform bed. I finally step foot on the hardwood floors and realize I am naked. Oh crap, I came to bed in here after my drunken shower with a towel on; it is all coming back to me now. I walk toward the light and open the curtain. Wow, what a bright light, I think to myself. I head into the kitchen going through every cabinet and refrigerator looking for anything. I found the coffee in the refrigerator and take it out. I am looking everywhere for the coffee pot, I come up with nothing. I open another cabinet and see a French Press. Oh my god, I am going to die and I need to find the closest Dunkin Donuts. I put the coffee back in the refrigerator and grab a beer to apply alcohol to my hang over. I fiddle to open it and take a gulp. Taking in the kitchen supplies, I am noticing that there is no food, just fruit and vegetables, not even bread. I turn around and see by couch another slider. I open