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I was panting.

“Zoey,” he said, his husky voice sounded shocked. It was the dismay in his voice that had me kicking away from him and scrambling off the bed, which was hard to do with only one working arm. I made it to the bathroom and then I shut and locked the door.

I stood with my back against the door, shaking with both lust and mortification.

A soft knock on the door.

“Zoey,” Ryan spoke from the other side.

“It's fine,” I said, my voice sounding strained. “I’m fine.”

“Can you open the door, please?”

I looked in the mirror. I looked wild. Aroused. Hot and bothered.

“Zoey, please? Please, just open the door.”

I wrapped a huge bath towel around my body, over my tank top and underwear and swung the door open.

Ryan’s face was a mask of concern as he took me in.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he said. “Zoey, you need to know I didn’t do that on purpose. I was asleep.”

“I know."

“I would never….” He looked frustrated. “You know I would never break your trust like that.”

“I know,” I repeated, trying to look anywhere but at this massive bulge that was straining against his black boxer briefs.

He ran his hand through his hair, making it stick up. “It’s been awhile… sorry… my body thinks it needs sex.”

And now my body thinks it needs sex.

I felt myself turn bright red. “I know. I’m fine.”

Concerned blue eyes looked at me. I couldn’t make eye contact. A couple minutes ago, his fingers were in my panties. He must have known how aroused I was which made it even worse. He, at least, could claim he had been asleep. I had been wide awake, and I hadn’t once tried to stop him.

“We’re good?” he looked at me.

“Totally.” Except for the fact that he had gotten further physically with me than any other guy and he managed to do it in his sleep. I wondered if I would ever be able to look him in the eyes again.

He looked at the watch on his wrist. “Fuck. We have to be at practice in 45 minutes.”

“Okay.” I stole a glance down at him, his enormous arousalstraining against his underwear. I felt a wave of heat flush over my face.

He didn’t even flinch. The guy was uninhibited about the fact he had a raging boner in his shorts. “You need to come too. Dylan is bringing his expenses.”

I shut my eyes. “Right.”

“I’m going to go wake the guys.”

“I’ll be right out.”

Mica claimedhe was still drunk and unable to drive so they drove with us. We made the ride to the stadium, with Justin and Mica in the back, in complete silence. We stopped for Jugo Juice smoothies for everyone, myself included, and then we walked into the stadium. Ryan stopped with me at security and signed me in as a guest. He walked me into the corridor.

“I have to go change. I’ll let Dylan know you’re here. Just wait near the ice.”

“Okay.” I still couldn’t look at him.

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