Chelsea took a step back, reached down and grabbed her towel. She wrapped the plush burgundy towel around her still quivering body. Daniel watched her quietly. Chelsea heard the next song on her cd player start and took off to her room. Daniel looked at her quizzically, wondering if he had done something to upset her. "Chels?" he yelled after her as he stepped into the hall. "Chelsea!" He ran down the hall to her room, still wearing only his boxers. He saw her stooping in front of the cd player, clutching her towel in one hand, her other hand fumbling with the buttons on the cd player. "Stupid piece of crap," she mumbled, still fiddling with the buttons. "Chelsea, what's wrong?" he questioned her. "Um, nothing, I just don't want to listen to this song." she stammered. Daniel chuckled, "Worried I would think you like them." "Don't worry Chels, they're not that bad," he told her with a huge grin on his face, trying not to burst out laughing. Chelsea finally got the cd player to change discs.
"There, that's better." Chelsea smiled looking back at Daniel. "Um, Daniel," she said playfully, "you might want to put your clothes back on. My dad & Hope are supposed to be coming back sometime today from the cabin." As soon as Chelsea got those words out of her mouth, she heard the front door open downstairs. Chelsea's eyes widened, "Daniel, was that the front door?" Panicking, Daniel ran to the bathroom to retrieve his clothes. "Chelsea?" Bo called, "Chelsea, you home?" "Shit," Chelsea swore, as she ran to her dresser. She rifled thru the drawers looking for something to wear. She hastily threw on a pair of light blue silk panties, matching bra, a pair of navy knit pants and an old t-shirt. She ran out in the hall, just in time to collide with a frenzied Daniel. "Damn it," he swore, trying to button his shirt. "Ok, he can't find you up here, um…" she stammered, her mind racing. "Wait in my room, I'll go down and distract them, then you can slip out, ok." she whispered. Daniel nodded, then gave her a quick but passionate kiss. He ran into her room, closing the door just enough so he could see down the stairs. Chelsea smoothed her hair, took a deep breath and walked downstairs.
"Hey," she said as Bo started to walk up the stairs. She put her arm around his shoulders, gently ushering him back downstairs. "Did you guys have a good time at the cabin?" she asked him as she looked for Hope. "Yeah, very relaxing, right Fancyface?" Bo told her. "Yeah, relaxing." Hope replied, as she eyed a jacket lying over the back of the sofa. She looked over at Chelsea and grinned. Chelsea bit her lower lip nervously when she saw what Hope was looking at. "Hey Brady, I'm dying of thirst, could you go get me a cup of tea?" Hope asked sweetly. "Sure," he said pecking her cheek lightly before he walked into the kitchen. Hope looked at Chelsea knowingly, with a sly grin on her face. "Chels," Hope started, running her finger along the back of the sofa, stopping at the jacket. Chelsea's stomach was doing flip flops. "You better get him out of here fast, before your dad gets back in here." Hope told her with a smile. Chelsea ran back to the foot of the stairs, motioning for Daniel. Daniel came flying down the stairs, his clothes & hair disheveled. He stopped when he saw Hope standing by the sofa, her arms crossed in front of her. She put her finger to her lips, shushing them and motioned towards the front door. "Hurry," she said quietly. Daniel opened his mouth to say thank you, but the words wouldn't come out. He placed his hand gently on Chelsea's cheek, "We'll talk later," he whispered, then hurried towards the front door. Daniel stopped in the doorway, took one more look at Chelsea, then closed the door softly behind him.
