As I leave my review I send my roommates a quick text so they know I am sleeping over Ryders. Last night after class and practice I filled them in on everything between me and him. Maya reacted similarly to Bray and then began planning our future wedding and writing Francesca Ryder in pretty cursive on the house chalkboard. I am not sure if marriage is in our future; I have never even thought about it but I can't say I would be mad if I married Ryder one day. Parker already knew from Bray but he was excited for future double dates. Maya was slightly bummed after that because she is the last single one but I plan to talk to Alex about that soon. As for Luna she was happy that I was happy though she still isn't totally sold on me dating a hockey player, especially Ryder.

Me: sleeping at Ryders see you all tomorrow morning

Their responses come in all at the same time with varying degrees of excitement.

Parker: See you at the house we are playing video games in Ryder's room!

Maya: FRYDERS FIRST SLEEPOVER!! STAY CALM!

Luna: disgusting. I'll buy you a flea collar.

Lunas response is my favorite because what can I say I have a soft spot for my unapologetically bitchy best friend. She will never sugarcoat what she feels, which I very much appreciate. A lot of ice skating fans give Luna shit because they want her to be softer, more polite, and well mannered. They don't appreciate her sarcasm or the fact she will never pretend to be some stuck up prim and proper person, but despite it all she will never change.

I get in Ryder's car and drive to his house. I haven't seen him since I left yesterday for class and my nerves are kicking in a little. I am not sure exactly how to act around him now that we are dating. I packed literally 5 outfits to sleep over because I wasn't sure if I should sleep in what I normally do or maybe something sexy. I spent so long staring at options I just shoved them all in the bag and figured I would decide after I showered.

When I get to the house I grab just my overnight bag and leave everything else. Bray is driving me and Parker in the morning to the arena so we can take our bus to competition. Thankfully the drive there is only an hour but we are still heading there on Thursday so we have time to practice where we will be competing and get settled for Friday and Saturday's competitions.

"Hey," I greet a few of the guys hanging out on the first floor. They all greet me back as I continue upstairs right to Ryder's bedroom.

I can hear all the guys yelling at whatever game they are playing the second I hit the 3rd floor landing. "Fucking bitch tit," Bray curses.

"You don't even like tits," Parker yells back.

"I do," Ryder yells cheerfully as I walk into his room. He makes a grabbing motion with both hands toward my chest and I roll my eyes in response.

"You look like crap Ry," I chide as I walk over and kiss his cheek. I knew he was hurting more today than he had been, no surprise after yesterday, but god he looks worse than he did in the hospital.

"Thank you Beck, I love you too," he laughs, watching me as I set my things down.

"You do look like absolute shit today, Ryder," Bray says looking over his best friend more closely.

"Seriously dude, if you aren't feeling better tomorrow you should go to the hospital. You might have done something yesterday by moving around so much," Stan suggests.

"I am fine, will you three relax. Chen you're my favorite right now," he announces ignoring all of our concerns.

"No he's not," I say while adjusting his crooked hat on his head running my hands through his matted hair. "Also you need a shower Ry" From what I know he hasn't properly showered since before his injury and since that was Saturday and today is Wednesday that means one is well overdue.

"I'm going to go have sex with my boyfriend instead of watching this little love fest. Bye fuckers." Bray stands up and drags Parker with him out the door.

"Night Fran, love you!" Parker yells, waving to me before basically pushing Bray to move him along faster to the bedroom.

Alex looks down at his hand. "Well I guess it's something," he sighs as me and Ryder choke back laughs.

"Wait actually Alex, I need to talk to you. It is about Maya."

This gets his full attention as he perks up and leans in so he can hear every word I say. "What about Maya?"

"The other night we were talking and basically she was telling me that she feels like she isn't your type. She thinks you prefer girls like Gwen who are put together and smart and beautiful."

"She is beautiful," he interjects defensively.

"I know that but she doesn't see it that way. Maya always dressed a certain way because it was the only time she got attention even if it wasn't necessarily good attention. Listen I don't want to air out her personal business that is not my place it is hers I just want to let you know where her head is at. I know how you feel about her and I think she feels the same or could if she thought there was a chance. Anyways do with that information as you wish."

"Thanks Beck," he nods as he leaves to go digest everything I just told him.

I waste no time shutting the door and locking it. I only have about 12 hours with Ryder and then I won't see him for at least 3 days so I am going to make the most of my time.

"Hi," I smile as I crawl into his bed and plant a kiss on his lips.

"Hi," he hums as he kisses me back gently.

The gentle kiss doesn't last for more than a beat before Ryder roughly pulls me down onto his lap and deepens the kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck as his hands travel down my body squeezing and grabbing as he goes.

I want so badly to let this continue but not with his current condition, he already looks bad enough. I grab Ryder's hands as they begin to travel back up my body but this time under my shirt. "No," I weakly tell him while not completely breaking the kiss.

"Hm." He ignores me as his fingers dig into my waist keeping me firmly on his lap.

"Ry," I plead as I lean my head back away from him. He pouts but his bloodshot tired eyes keep me firm on my decision. "I love you but I want you to get better as quickly as possible."

"I know. Did you eat dinner? I am sure there is food downstairs or we can order something if you want."

"I ate before review but if you're hungry I can go grab you anything you want."

"Nope," he smiles, his hands still holding my waist under my shirt. My skin tingles at the contact but I try to ignore it and focus on what he is saying. "The guys keep bringing me up snacks and junk food."

"Oh they're spoiling you," I giggle. "Now let's talk about that shower you're smelling a little ripe my hockey boy."

"I know, I know, but I can't stand for long and I can't reach anything in the shower so I need help but no way I am asking one of the guys for help."

"Well then, isn't it lucky for you that you have an amazing awesome girlfriend that will happily help you. In exchange for seeing you without a shirt on, of course." I wink at him as I slowly trail my eyes down his body which is sadly covered for now.

"Well aren't I lucky," he smirks his eyes getting darker as he stares at me. "But does this girlfriend know I don't just take my shirt off when I shower, but my pants and boxers too."

I fake gasp, dramatically covering my mouth. "This might be the girlfriend's lucky day. A naked Carson Ryder right before her eyes, what could be better?"

"An equally naked Francesca Beckett," he offers, already pushing my shirt up to remove it. I lift my arms letting him take my shirt completely off. I kind of expected something like this so I wore one of my cutest lace bras in anticipation. Apparently Ryder approves as he sucks in a sharp breath.

"Fuck," he mumbles as he drops the shirt.

"Down boy," I tease as I crawl off his lap and walk into the bathroom to set up the shower.

I turn on the shower and test the water making sure it is a good temperature. The water is a little warm but I hope that will help with some of the soreness. Ryder gets himself up and walks into the bathroom leaning on the counter for support.

I look at him, sadly wishing there was more I could do. "I don't like this," I sigh as I try to gently take his shirt off. He winces in pain a few times and every time he does I have to look away before tears well up in my eyes.

Ryder holds onto the counter trying to hide the pain for my sake but I know him too well just like he knows me. Both of us are suffering right now because of the other and I realize just how deep our feelings for one another go. Our pain is shared between us the same way our happiness is.

When Ryder is completely undressed I step back and admire him fully. My chest rises and falls rapidly and while I could pretend my shallow breathing is related to the steam from the shower, I find no reason to lie. Ryder is fucking perfect. His muscular body has my entire body heating up and my fingers twitching to touch every inch of him. I flash back to Maya's comment about being crushed by a hockey player's thighs and now I get it.

"See something you like?" he teases as I continue to just stare. I wipe at my mouth just in case I started drooling while looking and then focus back on what I was doing.

"Get in carefully and sit down," I instruct as I help him the best I can. I adjust the shower head so it isn't spraying in his face before undressing myself.

I make a bit of a show of it. I can feel Ryders stare burning into my back as I unclasp my bar and let it fall to the floor. Then slowly I wiggle out of my leggings. "Fuck babe," he groans as I bend over right in front of him to pull my leggings off.

"See something you like?" I tease like he did a few moments ago as I climb into the shower with him.

"God yes, I do."

I laugh as I step under the water and let it run over me before kneeling in front of him. "I can tell," I smirk while looking down at his very obvious boner.

"If I told you I am magically healed and nothing hurts anymore would you believe me," he begs as I grab some soap and a washcloth.

"I appreciate the effort Ryder but no. Besides when your doctor said only light activity until you're off concussion protocol I think that means sex and other actives are off the table."

He sighs sadly, running his hands over my wet body while looking directly at my boobs. "You're right, nothing about that will be light," he says, grazing his thumb over my nipple.

I swallow nervously as I look up, making eye contact. His lids are heavy and his lips are parted as he takes all of me in. "Ryder," I pant suddenly wishing I could shut off my brain and just do what my body wants.

He ignores me as he bites his lip and continues to touch every inch of me he can. Water is pouring over both of us as I try to focus on washing his body. I slowly work down his chest but the lower I go the closer I get to his large erection sitting heavy against his stomach. I want so badly to touch it to wrap my fingers around it and take him in my mouth, but if we start I know either of us could stop.

"This is difficult," I laugh nervously looking at his face.

"This is going to be a long fucking two months," he curses as he grabs my chin pulling my face closer so he can kiss me. I moan softly before breaking the kiss.

The shower is painful as both of us try to fight the heavy urge to do more. I make the mistake of straddling Ryder's lap while I wash his hair and he washes my body. I can feel him pressed against my stomach and know if I just rise up on my knees I could bury him so deep in me we'd both be seeing stars. But I somehow manage to fight the urge and so does he.

When we finally finish showering I wrap a towel around myself then grab a pair of boxers for Ryder to put on. I help him put them on and get into bed carefully then grab my hairbrush to brush out my wet hair.

I tug on a pair of underwear and one of Ryders t shirts I have been sleeping in. "My old shirt," he questions as I put all our towels in the hamper.

"Oh yeah it was so big and comfy." I twirl around in the oversized shirt happily.

Ryder laughs and pats the spot in bed next to him. "You're so cute Beck, holy shit I love you."

"I love you," I giggle as I cuddle up against his side and he pulls me closer.

We put on the Islanders game once we are both settled in. Usually they don't play this late at night but they're in Vancouver so the game is just starting by the time we get into bed. We watch the game together talking a lot about the team's weaknesses and where Ryder could fit in and bring to the table. Honestly, this is the first time I have seen Ryder happy and excited talking about his place on the team and it makes my heart happy. I am already so proud of him.

"They need to be more consistent during power plays. It seems like they can't capitalize," I tell Ryder after the game ends and we turn the lights off to go to sleep.

"They can't, they in my opinion, need to take more shots. They are holding on to the puck too much."

"Makes sense."

The room gets quiet and I try to relax and fall asleep but these sudden intrusive thoughts take over my brain. What if I move in my sleep? What if I kick him or hurt him? I try to move away and put some room between us but Ryder holds me tightly. "What are you doin?" he asks.

"What if I hurt you while I am sleeping Ry? What if I twitch or kick or something else and hurt your ribs? I could make it worse. What if I make one worse and it punctures your lung and then you die? Oh god this is a bad idea I don't want to kill you Ryder," I ramble.

Ryder laughs, pulling my face toward his in the dark so he can kiss me. "You're crazy butt, you aren't going to kill me."

"How do you know?" I challenge while putting a pillow between us.

"Because I have taken naps with you before and I know you don't kick or twitch. Did you forget about your nap in the very bed with me over spring break?"

"That was a good nap," I muse as he tosses the pillow from in between us and holds me again.

"Stop overthinking and go to sleep Beck."

"Fine, but if you die I am blaming capitalism."

"Blame whoever you want cutie but I am not gonna die."

I reluctantly and cautiously snuggle against Ryder's right side, cautiously draping my right leg carefully over his legs. "Good night Ry, I love you," I whisper, placing my hand on his heart so I can feel it beating.

"Sleep well butt, I love you."

And sleep well I do. I have the best sleep of my life curled up against the love of my life.