Crossroads (Book Three)

Chapter 7

Lyla

I walk into my apartment, sighing loudly in relief to be finally be home and done my first week back to classes. I slide my shoes off and head straight to my bedroom. Megan's bedroom door is open when I walk passed and I peek in to find her not home.

She already told me earlier today that she was going out to dinner tonight with Max, but I thought I might catch her before she left. She seemed nervous about meeting up with Max after their turbulent summer they spent breaking up and getting back together multiple times. Megan even admitted to me that she was pretty sure they were still broken up at this point.

I make it to my room and toss my bag onto my bed before heading to my washroom. I glance at the clock on my phone before I set it on the counter, realizing it's already passed six which means I have less then an hour to get to the arena for Shawn's game.

It's his first game of the season and he was adorably excited when I saw him at lunch today in the cafeteria. I love how animated he is when talking about hockey, his passion for the game clearly shining through in his words and body language.

I pull the elastic out of my hair, allowing it to drop to my shoulders as I reach into the shower to turn the water on. I strip down and step under the hot water, letting it run down over my skin and slightly soothe some of my sore muscles. Track practices had been relentless this week and I am feeling the pain from a summer off. I start to wash my hair as I remind myself I need to be quick today, no time to have a leisurely shower.

I have really been enjoying the freedom and privacy of my new apartment. I absolutely love not having to share a washroom with anyone. I can leave out all my toiletries, no need for my stupid shower caddy any longer. Not to mention the added the perk of shower sex with my irresistible boyfriend.

I like to tell myself that the summer apart has us both pawing at each other like hormonal teenagers, but it hasn't seemed to dwindle in the past two weeks and I think we've just always been this way. And no, I'm not one bit ashamed to admit it.

I step out of the shower and reach for my towel, wrapping it around me as I dry myself off. I hear my phone ding and reach for it on the counter. I see Will's name appear on the screen and swipe to open the message.

W: Hey! Are you going to the game tonight?

L: You bet! Just getting ready now.

I put my phone back down and grab my hair brush as I walk into my bedroom. I comb out my hair as I dig through my closet for a pair of dark blue jean shorts and I manage to find my Lion's jersey with Shawn's name and number on the back. Shorts probably aren't the most practical thing to wear to a hockey arena, but it is ungodly hot out today still and I'll be damned to be stuck in suffocating pants all night.

I toss my clothes onto the bed before I race back to the washroom and get started on blow drying my hair. I check my phone again as I multi-task my ass off seeing the time is already six thirty and the game starts at seven. I also have another text from Will.

W: Do you want to head over together? I don't know anyone else going so please take pity on me and be my friend?

L: I guess I could do that for you. Pick me up in ten?

W: Deal. You're such a martyr.

I chuckle softly at his message as I continue to dry my hair, eventually accepting the fact it won't be completely dry for the game tonight and I will just have to suffer. I hastily apply some eye makeup before I rush back into my bedroom and get dressed.

When I slide Shawn's jersey on over my head, it almost hangs passed my shorts and I tuck a piece into the waistband on my right hip to make sure it doesn't look like I'm bottomless underneath it. I spray myself with perfume as I walk out my bedroom door, grabbing my keys and purse before I leave my apartment.