Page 75 of The Import Slot
Jen:I’m knackered. I’ll see you tomorrow.
He doesn’t reply after that, but judging by the time, he’s probably on the ice.
I throw my phone onto the sofa and go to the fridge, pulling out a beer. I only move again when the doorbell rings with the delivery of my bed.
I monitor the score as they unload my bed into my room. The guys are losing, and between Ryan and Johnny, they are racking up a lot of penalty minutes. I can hardly bring myself to keep looking.
I must pass out on the sofa because I wake up to someone knocking on the door. It’s loud, and for a moment, I think the door is being knocked down.
It takes me a moment to regain my senses, I feel groggy and dry. Still, I drag myself up and head over to the door, pulling it open to see Ryan standing there, leaning against the doorframe.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“I’m sorry about the game,” I say, though I’m not even sure of the final score.
He shrugs and stills for a moment before standing up straight. “Would you come with me?”
“What? Where?” I ask, confused.
“Would you come to Canada with me?” he asks.
“What, now?” My mind is racing, and I’m still disoriented. It’s like I can hear him, but I don’t know what he’s saying.
He chuckles. “Not now, but when I go. Look, you said you didn’t want to be just friends, and neither do I.”
I step back inside and reach for my bag, taking my water bottle out and downing it.
He’s still standing in the doorway, watching my every move.
“Vicky seems to think that you love me.” I blurt out.
I don’t know why I say it, but I can’t unsay it now.
Our eyes meet. My heart is hammering in my chest. I can hear it. I wonder if he can.
“Maybe I do,” he says simply, and I can’t help myself. I lean into him and kiss him, pulling him in closer, my fingers caressing his neck.
He kisses me back, his tongue meeting mine. His arms wrap around my waist, his hands on my bum, and I’m so turned on I can’t think straight.
Everything is clear right now. His smell. The way he feels. This is where I need to be. With him.
I’m in a bubble where nothing and no one else exists until the door to the stairwell swings open. Vicky steps through, but stops as she spots us. She walks backwards, closing the door.
My attention falls back on Ryan. His hair is sweeping to the side, still slightly damp, and my eyes drop to his shoulders.
“You haven’t answered my question,” he says, but I can only think of one thing.
“Do you want to see my new bed?”
I don’t need to ask him twice. He steps into the apartment, slamming the door behind him before he lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and his mouth finds my neck, kissing and nibbling.
He kicks my bedroom door open and pushes me into the wall, drops me down and starts tugging at the buttons on my pyjama top. I wriggle out of my bottoms before tugging at his belt. Desperate to get him naked. Desperate to feel him.
As soon as he exposes my chest, he finds my breasts with his mouth, lifts me back up, and rolls my left nipple between his teeth, causing a moan to erupt from my throat. I can’t help myself.
“I’ve missed you,” I say. I don’t know why I say it, but my brain refuses to think cognitively again.
