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Corbin replied.
    “Shit. Can you grab me a towel?”
    “Sure.” Corbin grabbed a towel from the hall closet then
knocked on the bathroom door. Ryder opened it a crack, steamed poured out.
    “Thanks,” he said from the other side. Corbin went back into
the kitchen. Her mind flooded with thoughts of Ryder naked in the bathroom. She
started to feel guilty about thinking of him that way and willed herself to
stop. But as soon as he exited the bathroom the thoughts hammered away at her.
He was wearing only a towel. His long hair dripped water onto his chest. She
watched a drip run down his chest and into the V.
    “Thanks for the towel,” Ryder said. Corbin brought her
attention to his eyes then nodded, struggling to find her voice. She felt her
face redden. Ryder walked towards her. He stopped just inches in front of her.
She looked at the floor, afraid he was going to kiss her, but she wanted him
to. She looked up into his eyes. He reached behind her and pulled open the
fridge. He grabbed a beer and cracked it open. He stayed just inches from her.
She watched him take a gulp from the can, even the way his Adam’s apple bobbed
as he drank turned her on. Corbin wanted to touch him, taste his kiss. She
opened her mouth to speak just as Stella walked in.
    “Holy shit, Ryder. You should just walk around like that all
day, every day,” Stella remarked. She placed a hand on his back side. Ryder
moved away from Stella, looked at Corbin and rolled his eyes. Corbin smirked
back.
    “I am going to get dressed and when Alex gets back, I am
cooking my famous tacos for you beautiful ladies.”
    “You can cook in a towel, or an apron, or nude,” Stella
flirted.
    “That’s how burns happen, in all of the wrong places.” Ryder
winked at Stella and then left the room.
    “Damn that man is so hot.” Stella fanned herself then turned
to Corbin. “Do you want to go have a few drinks with me tonight?”
    “I think I am staying in.” Corbin knew that Stella’s out for
a few drinks would end up in an all night drunk fest.
    “Oh come on!” Stella whined. “Listen, I am sorry about what
I said about Rob. It just pisses me off that you sit here and pine for him
while he is out doing whatever. Just two drinks. I am buying.” Corbin heaved a
sigh. “Just two drinks and then I’m coming home.”
    “Yay!” Stella clapped her hands. Ryder reentered the kitchen
fully clothed. Stella turned to him, “Hey, sexy. Care to join us for a couple
drinks tonight?”
    “Who’s us?” he asked. He began drying his hair with the
towel.
    “Me and Corbin,” Stella replied. Ryder removed the towel,
his hair was a wild mess. He looked to Corbin and she shrugged.
    “Are you going to Rebels?” he asked. He went into the
bathroom and came out with a hairbrush. He began raking it through his tangled
mess.
    “Sure,” Stella shrugged.
    “Good. Alex already informed me I had to be there tonight.”
    “It’s a date!” Stella squealed then left the room. Ryder
stopped brushing and shook his head. A small smile played on his lips. Corbin
couldn’t help but chuckle.

 

     
     
    THE MEAL WAS filled with constant
pleas from Corbin’s roommates for her to translate different words into French.
Ryder seemed to hang onto every word she spoke. After his comment of how sexy
she sounded when speaking it and after devouring too many tacos, Corbin excused
herself and ran a bath. She poured some bubble bath in and then eased into the
warmth. The day’s events filled her already busy mind. She couldn’t get Ryder
out of her mind. She loved Rob deeply and felt guilty for even thinking about
touching Ryder. She blamed all of her pent up dirty fantasies on the lack of
her sexual life. She and Rob hadn’t fallen into the sack for almost two weeks
now. He claimed to either be too tired or too busy. She had tried everything to
get him excited, but nothing worked. She was tired of trying. So tired. She
closed her eyes and tried to relax but the ache between her