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the warm, fuzzy feelings. Feelings that would normally have me popping a Xanax in an instant.
    Sophie and I didn't hang out much outside of our apartment, but I had seen her stumble home. She drank a lot tonight in a short amount of time. I wasn't sure what that was about. I frowned as I grabbed some water from my refrigerator. I pulled my phone and my medicine out of my back pocket. I fished the little white pill out of the thin pill case I kept it in and broke it in half before dropping it.
    "Oh, shit." The phone rang and startled me. I didn't recognize the caller ID, but I answered it anyway.
    "Hey, gorgeous."
    His voice brought all those warm fuzzies back to the surface.
    "Why are you calling me?"
    "Because you told me to."
    "Yeah, I meant to call me someday. What about the whole three-day rule you guys have? Aren't you scared I am going to think you're too desperate?"
    "Well, I am now." He laughed, and I joined him. "Honestly, if you didn't get how I felt about you from today, then I am seriously off my game."
    "No, I got it." I abandoned the little-lost pill and walked into my room.
    "And?" he asked.
    "And, what?" I said.
    "And I like you too, Ryan," he said in a cute sing-song voice.
    "I like you too, Ryan." I closed my eyes and sighed.
    "So when can I see you again?"
    "Didn't you just get drafted?"
    "Yeah." He drew out the word. "What's your point?"
    "Shouldn't you be out flashing your NFL card and comparing how many groupies you can bag before training camp with the other draftees?"
    "Well, you know they don't issue the card until after I play my first game. So until then…"
    "Oh, that's very clever."
    "Well, I did go to Notre Dame."
    I placed him on speakerphone as I undressed. As soon as I pulled my shirt over my head, he asked, "What are you doing?"
    As much sexual tension as we had experienced in the last two days, I had two directions to go with this conversation. My brain was telling me not to get carried away, but my body shivered at the thought of him picturing what he wanted to do to me.
    "Changing into my PJs," I said, my voice coming out more throaty and sexy than I had intended.
    "Oh, yeah. What do you wear to bed?" he asked. His voice betrayed his mind as well.
    "I could say nothing."
    "Yeah, I could deal with nothing."
    "But that would be a lie." I giggled. "I want to be completely honest with you."
    My serious tone made him groan.
    I took my skirt off and caught myself in the mirror. I wore black boy shorts and a matching bra. It wasn't overtly sexy, but my reflection was flushed.
    I stood to the side and took a photo of my hip. The one his hand covered as we walked the streets of New Orleans. I could still feel the impression of his hand as he guided me home.
    I cropped it so he could see what it was, but it didn't include any identifiable features and sent it to him.
    His groan came through the phone line muffled. "I can work with that, too."
    His voice sounded so sweet and so sexy. It tickled my skin and my core. My heart raced, and I found it difficult to take a deep breath. I was an expert on anxiety attacks and on how to avoid them. Instead of avoiding it and falling into a panic, I embraced it.
    I lay on my bed and placed the phone on my chest. I listened to my body that had betrayed me so many times before and let it feel what it was feeling.
    "Where are you?" I asked.
    "Just passing Canal on my way home."
    "Where do you live?"
    "Warehouse district."
    "Are you walking?" I asked.
    "Yeah, but I can grab a cab and be back in like five minutes."
    I smiled and covered my mouth to prevent myself from saying yes. "Just talk to me, okay? Tell me a story."
    "What do you want to know?"
    "Tell me what it was like getting drafted."
    "The happiest and saddest moment of my life."
    "Why were you sad?"
    "I guess because when I imagined it as a kid, that moment when the team called, and the commissioner said my name, other people were in the picture that didn't make it in real life."
    I sat up on my bed and