From his light laugh he doesn't miss my reaction. "A free supply came as part of my endorsement deal. You're asked to use the products that pay you and they pay a lot to see my pretty face in their underwear." One side of his smile tips up further than the other in a sexy smirk. "Also I'm lazy and don't want to spend time buying my own.""They haven't dropped you ..." My sentence trails off after I'm unable to think of a way to mention his recent departure from the team."Not yet." I regret my decision to ask as his face falls, the humor from our earlier exchange lost to my stupidity. "The sponsors I have left will wait to see what team I'll go to next. They're sure I'll get picked up quickly.""But you're not?" I've already ruined the atmosphere in the room. I might as well get the answers to the questions I've listed out in my head.Ryland sighs and leans back on the couch, sinking into it. "Soccer is part of my life, whether or not I want it to be. I've lived soccer since be
I've ridden in many taxis, but relying on them as my sole transportation over the last week has been interesting. Each one smells different, most of them not the good kind of smell. Another whiff of body odor hits me, a storm front blown back by the taxi's heater. I release another deep breath through my mouth. I'd rather not swallow any of the dirty germs from the air, but anything's better than more of the pungent stench eating away at my nose.The phone in my hand vibrates distracting me from my breathing pattern. A gag boils up and I'm forced to close my mouth quickly covering it and the bottom of my nose with my hand. The rose scented perfume I applied this morning does little to block out the powerful air.Ryland: You don't need to worry about DashD97531 anymore. I took care of him last night. You want to finish the cave this morning?I smile, but keep my mouth open and breathing on point. Seven o'clock came way too early this morning after being at Ryland's until midnight
"A few hours. Grant was there earlier and I stayed later to keep playing.""Did you..." Aspen waves her hand in the air. "You know... in the bedroom?""Did we have sex, Aspen? No." I roll my eyes at her continued refusal to say sex in public."Make out?" She leans forward in her chair waiting for my answer."Nope." It's an honest reply. Last night's kiss was definitely not a make out."Hmmm." She examines me, looking for a crack in my story I'm sure. "Did you fall asleep next to him while playing?""Um... no. I went home and slept in my own bed." I quirk an eyebrow at her knowing full well it drives her nuts because she can't do it.I circle the group with my eyes waiting for the next girl to shout out a question — Amanda's known for her random outbursts — but they're quiet. Someone should write this down. It's a first for us.Aspen turns her conspicuous look from me long enough to take a bite of her French toast and settles back on the couch all nonchalant, but I know
Scott opens the passenger door to his silver Accord and takes my single crutch, throwing it in the back seat. He's a native to the Bay Area, so the fifty-degree weather is cold but bearable as he wears a thick fleece. He eyes my jacket, hat, and gloves as we buckle in, but I only shrug. I'm not as bad as Aspen, but I'm still from southern California — fifty is chilly."Thanks for the ride today. The cab bill to Hunter's Point would have killed me."Once a year our company selects a week where various teams go out into the community and volunteer. This year my department picked the San Francisco Community Center for Youth all the way out in Hunter's Point. When I voted on the location, I lived in Oakland with a car. Now the distance feels astronomical."No problem, Marissa. I feel partially responsible for your ankle, so it's the least I can do." Scott turns into traffic, but I keep my head down and don't look at anyone on the sidewalk in fear I'll see Ryland.True to his word,
Soft music greets me as I step off Ryland's elevator later in the day. Classical if I had to guess, but I've never been into the finer arts and couldn't tell you who. Someone long dead probably.Halfway down his short hallway, the smell of cooking meat and sauce mixes in with the notes from a piano solo from speakers positioned throughout the condo."Beethoven?" I give it my best guess.He stands with his back turned in his kitchen. "No, Bach," he answers and I shrug. I know a limited number of dead composers.I toss my purse on the side table I've claimed as mine over the last few days and grab my mail. Ryland's started picking it up for me since it saves me a trip to the lobby. Don't give me any crap. It's no big deal. Just Ryland's way to make life easier on me. It's not like I've grown to enjoy the almost couple-ish routine we've found ourselves in the past few days. Not at all.This week's been calm. I haven't walked in on any more rowing, but on Tuesday I caught Ryland
A timer beeps from the side of the refrigerator and Ryland leans over to shut it off. "Okay, noodles are finished. Another ten minutes or so and we'll eat." He moves the pan to the other side of the stove and turns down the burner."You'll like Clare and she'll let you meet as much as you want with the kids. She said the whole program is yours." I try to sweeten the idea of volunteering with the scary teenagers.Back at his place on the counter, he grins. "Yes, I suppose. As long as you weren't planning to try and set me up with her.""No. Trust me I'd never set you up on a blind date." And not only because the idea of Ryland dating someone is my worst nightmare. "Blind dates are horrible. I'd never inflict that pain on anyone else.""Speaking from experience, huh?""Unfortunately, yes and I can't tell my friends because they think I'm too picky.""Well are you?" he questions."Of course not. The last one had nothing to do with me. He was terrible." I reposition my seat o
I am a genius. Pure genius.When I offered up Ryland's extensive soccer skills to Clare for the youth center, I wanted to help find him a hobby, a little motivation to get out of the house. Not once did I take in to account what this agreement could offer me. I didn't set out for payback, but pay back it did. In the form of a shirtless and sweaty Ryland. It's the best form of compensation possible.Twenty minutes into his hour-long session with the kids, he unzipped his fleece jacket and threw it on the ground beside the same folding chair I used last week. Being able to stare at him in the tight fitting shirt was enough to make me happy, but then ten minutes later he called a time out. On the side of the gym, he whipped his white t-shirt over his head exposing his chest and a set of wonderful ab muscles. Shiny grey basketball shorts and a pair of sneakers are the only clothing obstructing my view of his fine body. It makes me sit up straight and suck in my own small gut. I need to
I will not turn into a major dork with Ryland. I will keep my cool regardless of my feelings for the tall blue-eyed soccer forward. With a deep breath I walk to the front of Ryland's condo door. My chant on repeat with each step.It's been a few hours since we returned after his first session at the youth center, but I've spent most of my afternoon locked away in my apartment. With dinner looming I've decided to make the first move and invite myself over for what's become our Saturday evening ritual of video games and food. It's part of my act natural game plan.His door's unlocked as it's been since the first day I used his elevator, but I should still knock. A friend would knock, right? Of course I've never knocked before. If I start now, he might figure out something is off with my behavior. Shut up, Marissa. Don't overthink shit again. I'm going in... no knocking.I crack his door and slide in through the opening. When I lift my head ready to do my obligatory call out of h