6. Are You Sure You Like Me?

When we emerged from the shower, Ryan gave me some of his clothes to wear because my wardrobe was limited since I hadn’t brought any clothes with me. His clothes were even looser than my own. They hung off me like when I tried to dress up in my dad’s clothes at seven years old. They were comfortable though and warm. I was encompassed by the fabric that held the smell of his cologne.

Ryan was in jeans with holes in the knees and a black t-shirt. He sat on the same gray couch I slept on last night.

“Do you need to do your homework?” Ryan asked.

“I did it last night before I came here,” I answered.

“Okay,” he replied. “Nico, come here.”

He waved towards himself and licked his lips. Was he nervous?

I didn’t know if I’d ever seen him nervous. Even before the big games in high school and college he just seemed to be running on adrenaline highs.