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"I guess so." She sat back, realization washing over her. "Are you staying at your dad's place?"
"Yeah, but I try to keep to myself. He's like an emotional roller coaster on the best of days. He's heading to visit my grandmother tomorrow morning for the weekend, so I'll be grateful to have the place to myself."
"You're going to spend Christmas by yourself?"
"Is this weekend Christmas?" He pulled his wrist up, looking at his watch with intensity.
"Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve." Chrissy chuckled and pulled out her card as the waitress approached.
"Heck no. Put that away." Ryan pulled out his card and they both tried to get the elderly woman to take theirs. He grabbed Chrissy's and slipped it into his shirt, offering his. The woman took it, rolling her eyes and grumbling about 'kids nowadays' before walking off.
"Give me that." Chrissy leaned across the table and pulled at the front of his shirt.
"Come get it." He reached down and pulled his shirt off, his shoulders broad and perfectly sculpted. She let her eyes move across him, the card almost forgotten.
"If I wasn't crippled I would teach you a lesson. Put your shirt on and give me the card."
"Or what?"
"Or no hot sex in the sauna." She tilted her head to the side, a smile lifting her lips as the image of him naked and sweaty brushed across her senses. It’d be hot sex here in the diner. She shook her head. How had they gone from talking about Christmas to sex again? Him... it was his fault, no doubt. “Do you always have the habit of taking your shirt off in places you’re not supposed to?”
He pulled his shirt back on and flicked the card across the table like it was on fire. He smirked and reached for the returned bill from the waitress, talking as he signed the slip. “I didn’t realize.” He leaned forward. "I also didn't realize it was Christmas Eve tomorrow. I guess other than seeing you at the gym in the morning I'll be on my own." He looked up, his expression becoming rather solemn. "Are you still wanting to meet? I understand if you need to get to your family. Are you local?"
"I'm going to a party tomorrow night at my uncle’s house, but other than that, I'll be alone too. I'm not sure of Jason's plans other than the party, so who knows." She started to slide toward the edge of the booth and paused. "Why don't you come with me?"
He finished and closed the small black pouch before getting up and walking over to help her. She took his hand and let him pull her up without much effort. She slipped her crutches under her arms and looked up at him.
"What?" Confusion moved across his handsome features.
"Come with me to the party tomorrow night?"
"Don't you think Jason would be a little less than thrilled with that?"
"Don’t worry about Jason. I can handle my brother. It's in Manhattan. It's from six to like eight. Just food and hanging out with lots of random strangers."
"And then you'll come back to my place after?”
"I'm not sleeping with you, Ryan. I was teasing earlier, but I'm not that kind of girl."
He reached over and touched her chin, his thumb rubbing the bottom of her lip as they stood there. "Sex doesn't define you as a person, Chrissy. It's an expression of passion. If we get caught up in each other, then sex will work its way into the night. If not, that's perfect to. I'll come with you if you come with me."
"Let me think about it." She smiled and moved from him, working hard to catch her breath as they made their way to the door. The idea of dealing with Jason wasn't nearly as traumatizing as the thought of being with him at his dad's house all night. She wasn't sure it was a good idea at all. She didn't know him and he could have easily been spewing all sorts of made-up crap for the last few hours.
"You want me to take you to your dorm?"
"Yeah, I can't drive just yet. That should be a while too, thanks to this being my right leg." She growled softly as she moved out into the late afternoon.
"It’ll all
"I guess so." She sat back, realization washing over her. "Are you staying at your dad's place?"
"Yeah, but I try to keep to myself. He's like an emotional roller coaster on the best of days. He's heading to visit my grandmother tomorrow morning for the weekend, so I'll be grateful to have the place to myself."
"You're going to spend Christmas by yourself?"
"Is this weekend Christmas?" He pulled his wrist up, looking at his watch with intensity.
"Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve." Chrissy chuckled and pulled out her card as the waitress approached.
"Heck no. Put that away." Ryan pulled out his card and they both tried to get the elderly woman to take theirs. He grabbed Chrissy's and slipped it into his shirt, offering his. The woman took it, rolling her eyes and grumbling about 'kids nowadays' before walking off.
"Give me that." Chrissy leaned across the table and pulled at the front of his shirt.
"Come get it." He reached down and pulled his shirt off, his shoulders broad and perfectly sculpted. She let her eyes move across him, the card almost forgotten.
"If I wasn't crippled I would teach you a lesson. Put your shirt on and give me the card."
"Or what?"
"Or no hot sex in the sauna." She tilted her head to the side, a smile lifting her lips as the image of him naked and sweaty brushed across her senses. It’d be hot sex here in the diner. She shook her head. How had they gone from talking about Christmas to sex again? Him... it was his fault, no doubt. “Do you always have the habit of taking your shirt off in places you’re not supposed to?”
He pulled his shirt back on and flicked the card across the table like it was on fire. He smirked and reached for the returned bill from the waitress, talking as he signed the slip. “I didn’t realize.” He leaned forward. "I also didn't realize it was Christmas Eve tomorrow. I guess other than seeing you at the gym in the morning I'll be on my own." He looked up, his expression becoming rather solemn. "Are you still wanting to meet? I understand if you need to get to your family. Are you local?"
"I'm going to a party tomorrow night at my uncle’s house, but other than that, I'll be alone too. I'm not sure of Jason's plans other than the party, so who knows." She started to slide toward the edge of the booth and paused. "Why don't you come with me?"
He finished and closed the small black pouch before getting up and walking over to help her. She took his hand and let him pull her up without much effort. She slipped her crutches under her arms and looked up at him.
"What?" Confusion moved across his handsome features.
"Come with me to the party tomorrow night?"
"Don't you think Jason would be a little less than thrilled with that?"
"Don’t worry about Jason. I can handle my brother. It's in Manhattan. It's from six to like eight. Just food and hanging out with lots of random strangers."
"And then you'll come back to my place after?”
"I'm not sleeping with you, Ryan. I was teasing earlier, but I'm not that kind of girl."
He reached over and touched her chin, his thumb rubbing the bottom of her lip as they stood there. "Sex doesn't define you as a person, Chrissy. It's an expression of passion. If we get caught up in each other, then sex will work its way into the night. If not, that's perfect to. I'll come with you if you come with me."
"Let me think about it." She smiled and moved from him, working hard to catch her breath as they made their way to the door. The idea of dealing with Jason wasn't nearly as traumatizing as the thought of being with him at his dad's house all night. She wasn't sure it was a good idea at all. She didn't know him and he could have easily been spewing all sorts of made-up crap for the last few hours.
"You want me to take you to your dorm?"
"Yeah, I can't drive just yet. That should be a while too, thanks to this being my right leg." She growled softly as she moved out into the late afternoon.
"It’ll all
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