"Take your time."
I turn on the faucet and wait for the water to run hot. I open the linen closet and find a washcloth. When I take off my clothes, I wet the washcloth and freshen up as best as I can. I slip on his old UW shirt and a pair of his pajama pants, leaving my dirty clothes folded on the side of the sink. His clothes are huge on me, and I have to tug on the ties of his pants to cinch up the waist and rollup up the waistband several times, but the pants still drag on the floor.
Walking back into the living room, Ryan is sitting back on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV. I sit down next to him, and he grabs the bun that is still secured on the top of my head and laughs. "This is cute," he teases me.
I swat his hand away. "Whatever."
"Come here," he says, and I lean back on the couch with him. "So, what happened?"
"I have this tough piece of music, and I'm having a hard time connecting with it. My instructor keeps telling me what I need to fix, but I don't really know how. It's frustrating. I can perfect my moves, but I don't know how to get into this piece."
"So she just bashed you the whole time?
"It's how she is. But the fact that she even came in to work with me is unheard of. She's extremely stern, but she's only trying to help me."
"I didn't like seeing you upset."
Looking up at him, I say, "It's not a big deal, really."
"I didn't like it." He says this intently as he looks down at me, and I have to look away from him because when he says things like this, it makes me feel too much. I know Jase likes Ryan, but the other night Mark had mentioned that he has a bit of a reputation for hooking up with random women. It's hard for me to picture him that way because I don't see him like that, but at the same time, it makes me feel like I should be even more cautious around him.
"You want that cup of coffee?" he asks, and I am pulled out of my thoughts.
"That'd be great, I'm still really cold."
"There are some blankets in the trunk by the fireplace," he tells me as he walks into the kitchen. I hop up and grab a large blanket, wrapping it around me before I sit back down.
"How do you take it?" he asks from across the room.
"One sugar and really blond."
Ryan hands me my mug and sits down next to me with a grin. "You getting warm?"
"Trying too."
He picks up the remote and turns it to TCM. I shake my head and laugh at him.
"What's so funny?"
"You. I don't know anyone who watches the classic movie channel, aside from you."
"You want me to change it?"
Pulling my feet up on the couch, I say, "No, it's fine. I'm only teasing you."
He turns up the volume and we sit back and watch 'The Blue Dahlia.' He knows I'm only half paying attention because every now and then he will make commentary to keep me up to speed.
By the time the movie ends, Ryan has to get ready to go to work. I grab my clothes from the bathroom, and we head downstairs to his jeep. When he pulls in the studio lot, he asks me to come out tonight. When I tell him that I can't, he doesn't push.
"I'm sorry, but I'm just really tired and will probably go to bed early," I say. I know Mark's band has become the regular Saturday night house band and that Jase is often with him, but the thought of being in a crowded bar, and possibly crossing paths with Jack, is too much for me to think about. "Plus, I have the early shift at work tomorrow."
"Your boss doesn't strike me as the type who would mind if you came into work a little hungover," he jokes.
"You're probably right about that, but I've never drunk enough to have ever been hungover."
"Never?"
"Don't act surprised."
"I'm more relieved," he says
"I'm not even going to ask why. But, thanks for today."
"Any time."
"Tell Mark and Jase I said 'hi' when you see them tonight, okay?" I open the door and hop out of the car. Looking back at him before I close the door, I say, "Thanks again for being there today. It probably would have ended up being a crappy day if I just came home."
"Thanks for letting me be there," he says.
I close the door and get into my car.
When I arrive home, Kimber is sitting in the living room flipping through a magazine as I walk in.
"Hey," I say.
Looking at the clothes I'm wearing that are entirely too big, she asks, "What are you wearing?" I'm surprised that she is speaking to me.
"Oh, um..." I stutter as she nods her head. By the look on her face, she seems annoyed. She closes the magazine and starts walking toward her room.
"Kimber," I call out after her, but she just ignores me and slams her door shut.
I dump my clothes in the laundry room before I go into my room. I brush my teeth, take my sleeping pill, and slide into bed. I am still wearing Ryan's clothes, and can smell the warmth of his scent with a hint of amberwood as I start to grow tired.
"What are you going to do for the next few weeks?" Ryan asks as we unload some firewood from his jeep. I figured since I was going to be alone for Christmas break, I could at least make it as festive as possible with a tree and wood for the fireplace. I called Ryan to go with me to the tree lot since his jeep is big and could hold everything I wanted to buy.
"I don't know. This is the first year that Jase isn't here with me. We normally spend most of the break together when I am not at my parents'."
"How is that going?"
Stacking the firewood in the garage, I say, "It's not, really. I spoke with my father for the first time since Thanksgiving a few of days ago, and he wants me to come over for dinner Christmas Eve."
"You haven't spoken with them for all this time?"
"No."
We walk out to grab another load of wood. Kimber and Jase both left as soon as they were finished with finals, so I have been picking up a lot of extra shifts at work this past week to keep myself busy. Ryan and I have been spending more time together. He continues to show affection with me by holding my hand or putting his arm around me while watching TV, but that's about it. I'm not sure about my feelings for him, but I'm pretty sure that he sees me as more than his friend. Sure, I'm affectionate with Mark and Jase, but they are non-threatening to me.
When Ryan and I were out getting coffee earlier this week, we ran into a girl that Ryan must have dated in the past. He seemed really uncomfortable talking to her in front of me, but she seemed more than comfortable with him. It didn't make me jealous, but it made me a little more guarded. Ryan is a good-looking guy, so I shouldn't be surprised that he has dated a lot of girls, I'm just not sure what a lot actually means. Part of me doesn't really want to know.
"So, you're going over to see them then?"
"Well, yeah, I don't really want to, but it's Christmas and all. I'm just a little scared about how it will all go. The last time I saw them, we said some pretty nasty things to each other, and I have never gone this long without talking to them."
"What are they so upset about?"
Back inside the house, I pour a glass of wine, and Ryan takes a beer from the fridge.
"Everything. Turns out I've been nothing but an embarrassing disappointment to them all along."
Ryan lets out an irritated sigh as we take our drinks and head into the living room. We sit down on the couch, and Ryan slides his arm around my shoulders, pulling me next to him.