I just want to come on here briefly to thank the five amazing human beings that wrote the six reviews (yes, someone came back, which I find very exciting) - you are inspiring me and you are part of the reason I've come back to my computer to sit down and type things out for you.

Obviously, there are lines from Beth Reekles' book - at least those ones we know involve Noah, however, we will dive deeper into football camp and we will get to listen to some of the extremely inappropriate things some of the guys said. Some will probably call this locker room talk, Noah sure disagrees. He's pretty pissed about it, this much is apparent ;-)

Now, shall we begin my friends?

Five.

'Sure. Whatever. I think we both know it wasn't exactly the highlight or your night having to take care of me...' Elle said and glanced out of the window, suddenly shy and desperate to avoid any eye contact. She did not know me as well as she thought she did - this much was clear to me now. I started to wonder why she hadn't raised any issues about the fact that it hadn't been Lee's room she had woken up in, yet. I stuck to the truth unknowing how she'd take it.

'It wasn't all that bad,' I said after a moment and that caught her attention because she rapidly turned her head back to me. I couldn't help but transport my genuine message with a smile and just like that, I beamed at Elle Evans like a love-struck idiot! 'Just get it together, Noah!' I cursed inwardly but it did not do any good. I just could not help it, I had to smile.

Somehow I had made her smile back at me after a little hesitation on her part. Good, that was really good.

'Well, thank, Noah.'

Why must she say my name like that, with that little emphasis, she knew I hated ... well played, Elle. Well played.

'Anytime, Shelly.' I meant it. I'd be there for her no matter what for as long as she'd have me. I really had become a love-struck idiot. She could literally never know! I reached over to ruffle her hair into an even worse bedhead and she attempted to push me away. She knew I was a football player, was she really thinking she could push me away for ruffling her hair? Yeah, didn't think s...

She had enough power to send us both tumbling down, off the bed and onto the floor. I ended up laying on top of her. I swear this happened by accident. I thought we would have one or our staring matches, right there and then, when we locked eyes. I looked into her eyes and she looked back into mine and I daresay we were both a little bit mesmerized by what we were seeing.

'Noah,' she creaked.

'Yeah?' I said, still in a daze.

'You're crushing me.'

I blinked a couple of times and the sudden realization that I was a lot heavier than she was hit me.

'Oh, right. Shit. Sorry!'

I got back on my feet again and held the slipping towel around me. It had gotten dangerously loose. I am not entirely sure what the protocol would have been, had it dropped ... to distract myself from this ever so tempting thought - yes, I had briefly considered making out with her right there on the floor, sue me! - I reached a hand out to Elle to help her up. The shirt I had dressed her in barely reached down to her butt - the clothing choice made by me alone had not actually consisted of too much thought, it had merely been grabbing the next best thing available. She did feel self-conscious about it, this much I could tell from her body language and how she looked at me. I had seen her in her bathing suit or bikini at the pool, but this time things were different. She was in my bedroom, she was alone with me and she had just learned that I had taken care of her during the night. That changes things. I was still curious as to when she'd figure out I had actually dressed her ...

'Um, when did I change?' she asked, plucking at the shirt and looking around. Could she read my mind? If so, she was in for a hell of a ride.

'Oh, I came back to check on you,' I paused for the dramatic effort and then it hit me. She had no recollection of last night's events so I could make it even more awkward and unbearable, 'and you woke up, and then you started to take off your dress because you didn't want to crease it, you said, so I found you a shirt to wear.'

I shrugged it off but I was observing her every move, her entire reaction. Would she feel awkward, ashamed even? I briefly scratched the back of my neck.

'So ...' Elle must have had an epiphany because she had turned all pale and shocked in seconds, 'you saw me ... in my underwear ..'

I could not help it. My mouth twitched in amusement and as a reaction to her apparent embarrassment. I tried soooo hard not to smirk ... but my face failed me, 'uhh...'

'Oh. My. God.' Elle said and once again buried her face in her hands.

'I averted my eyes, I swear.' Well, that was a part of the truth. I tried to avert my eyes would have been the more honest thing to have said here, though. I was wondering how she was going to play down this one. She didn't disappoint.

'Don't worry about it.'

It clicked. She must think that my player reputation included that I must have ogled all over her body for minutes before I handed her the shirt (the version I had told her) respectively before I had helped her into my shirt in the first place. Well, ...

'Lee's downstairs, cooking breakfast if you want any,' I said, changing the subject. Time to move on. Also, I needed to get dressed.

Elle's stomach decided to answer for her with a howling growl. We both laughed.

'Awesome,' she said and made her way out of my bedroom, closing the door behind her to give me some privacy. I just stared at the door, my thoughts racing and my heart thumping a little faster than usual. This was Elle. Lee's Elle. And she had spent the night in my bedroom ... it didn't matter that she had been alone. Her scent was still in the air and I was pretty sure that my sheets would smell a little bit like her, too.

I heard a small thud against my door and immediately thought she might have collapsed. The thought sent a jolt through me and I quickly made my way back toward the door when I heard her whisper, 'Oh. My. God.'

Yep. This was the confirmation I had needed. So not over her crush. And that made me very, very happy.

I put boxer shorts on ... my mum must not have gotten around to doing laundry yet, because only my superhero boxers were left. I went with Superman, shrugged and slipped into them. Realizing that I had forgotten my hair gel in the bathroom, I went to get it and ...

Thud.

Elle fell back suddenly as the door she had sat against was opened. Flat on her back she blinked up at me and before I knew it she was laughing at me, wholeheartedly.

'You wear Superman boxers!'

I looked down on myself, suddenly unsure which one I had picked again and shrugged. Yeah, I did. Problem? Nonetheless, I could not help but blush at the thought that we were now up to speed in terms of 'seen each other in our underwear' went. I smoothed over the awkward moment by smirking like I didn't care that she knew and that she had pointed it out poignantly, no less.

'You know you find them irresistible, Shelly!'

She blushed. Oh Elle, yes, it's quite obvious. I had had some experience with girls and her body and her facial expression gave me valuable insights into what she felt toward me.

'Oh yeah, right...' she scoffed, 'sure I do.'

She pushed herself to her feet this time and pulled the shirt down as far as it would go.

'I've seen you in your underwear, Shelly, what are you trying to hide,' I called after her but I think she may already be too far away. Or pretending not to hear me. Knowing Elle, the latter was more likely.