I walk out of the clinic and the damn reporters are everywhere wanting to know what happened and how bad is my shoulder.

Shit, I can't even go to a doctor's appointment without these vultures finding out and hounding me. Don't get me wrong, I know if no one cared I would be yesterday's news, but sometimes I just wish I could do normal things without having to look over my shoulder all the time.

I get into my car avoiding all the reporters barely and headed home. I opted to get a cozy little place just on the out skirts of the city.

Sure it's a drive to get to practice and games, but I don't mind. This is where I can just be me Ryan and not Ryan Anderson the Bad Boy Bruin the media has so nicely dubbed me.

I get out of my car and headed inside. I just want to ice my shoulder and maybe make a nice juicy steak with some veggies.

I headed to the kitchen and start to get out my dinner. I flip on the news and watch as I am plastered on the leading story of every news channel. Fuck, I think, my agent is going to love this.

Speak of the devil, my cell rings. It's Frank and he is pissed and wanting to know who tipped off the press I was there.

"Wholly shit kid, can I for once flip on the news and not see your ugly mug gracing the top story feature," he says.

"Sorry, I had no idea there was press there. They weren't there when I went inside," I say.

"So someone from the clinic tipped them off then? Hmm maybe the doctor wanted to make a quick buck. I'll have to look into her," he says.

"No it wasn't Alley," I say almost immediately.

"First name bases with the doctor Ryan. You didn't sleep with her did you? She is top in her field and your coach, trainer and I really need her on our good side to fix you up," he says.

"No I didn't sleep with her. She is an old family friend. That's why I am on a first name basis with her," I say defending myself.

"Huh, old family friend eh? Have you slept with her in the past? I have to know kid. I think there is a doctor code that would make her ineligible to operate on you if you did," he says sternly.

"No again. We grew up together and lost touch after I got drafted," I say.

"Okay good kid. Keep it that way, well at least until she does the surgery," he says laughing a little.

"Bye Frank, always a pleasure," I say and hang up.

I get off the phone with him and sit down to my dinner.

I think about how much a missed Alley and how seeing her today stirred something in me.

She looked happy and why shouldn't she be? She is at the top of her field. She looked beautiful. Gone was that girl who I grew up and it was replaced with this woman, who I do desperately wanted to get to know again and wanted in my life.

I thought about the hesitation in her voice when she agreed to dinner with me. I wanted that hesitation to disappear, but I understood that I had to rebuild her trust in me.

I finished off my dinner and put away my dishes. I grab a beer from the fridge and went to sit outside on the back porch. I thought about how I was going to make this shot count.

I thought of all the places I could take her, but nothing seemed good enough for her and I knew if we were out in public the press would be all over myself and her.

I didn't want to put her through all that. When we were younger she was a very private person and I am assuming that still stands today.

After a while of thinking of it I convinced myself to invite her over to my place and cook her some dinner. That way we would have all the privacy in the world to catch up.

One problem though she still needed to text me and I was hoping that would be sooner rather than later.

I walked inside and looked at my cell phone and still no message from Alley. Maybe she reconsidered my offer. I shook that thought out of my head and decided to call it a night.

I headed into my bedroom and stripped down to my boxers and hopped into bed.

I laid there staring at the ceiling. I found my thoughts wandering to Alley. How grown up she looked and professional. The way when she was walking me through the ultra sound process how kind her tone of voice was and I can see why she is the best of the best.

I found myself thinking about how good she smelled when I hugged her. She smelled like vanilla and lavender. Not too strong just the right amount to perk the senses and how I did not want to let her go.

When she looked at me when she pulled back from the hug, there was this urge to kiss her. It shocked me when I felt it, but it felt so right.

She grew up so fast in these last 6 years. When I was younger I never really looked at Alley as anything more than my best friend, but losing her and seeing her now, something inside me saw the beautiful person that was always there.

She felt amazing against my chest when I hugged her. Every curve that I could feel on her body was a place that I wanted to explore.

I could only imagine what it felt like to kiss her, to move my hands all over her curves and to be inside her. These thoughts at first surprised me. I never thought about Alley like that, but I guess with 6 years of the wrong women in my life, the right one comes along and it's game over.

I reached down and started to rub my now rock hard cock. I needed some form of release or I was never getting to sleep.

I slipped my hand inside my boxers and started to slowly stroke my cock. Thinking about Alley and what it would feel like to have her lips wrapped around my cock and to be buried deep inside her, making her scream my name as she came undone.

I could feel myself getting closer to climax and I started to stroke my cock faster. Thinking all the time of Alley's voice encouraging me to cum inside her.

Fuck, that thought pushed me over the edge and I came all over my stomach.

I laid there for a minute regaining my composure and got up to clean myself up.

Walking back to bed I spotted the picture that I had on my dresser. It was of myself and Alley at Junior prom. We looked so happy and had the best night.

I missed Alley so much over the past 6 years. She was always there for me when I needed her and I think that is one of the reasons I was so mad at myself.

She gave everything to her family and friends and just asked that we didn't hurt her and I did. She has every reason to never forgive me, but I hope I can change that.

I put the picture back in its place and get back into bed.

I started to close my eyes and vowed to make that thought a reality.

I also started to think about my feelings for Alley and that I think they are much more than just friendship.

I think they always were, I just pushed them down being the stupid kid that I was.

Sleep came and my eyes closed. I slept well that night knowing that I would be dreaming of a certain brunette who hopefully would give me a second chance.