The alarm clock on his nightstand bled 6:24am in crimson and he wondered who would be ringing him at this time in the morning – on a Saturday. He reached over and grabbed his cell phone, checking the caller ID before answering. The five letters "Steph" looked back at him on the screen, his mind instantly thinking the worse.
"Steph, honey, what's wrong?" Chris asked with pure concern in his voice. He heard Steph exhale a deep breath and he bit his lip.
"Chr-Chris?" Stephanie stuttered her voice trembling as the tears kept rolling down her face. "Is that you?"
"Yeah honey it's me. What's wrong?" He hated the way she was stumbling over her own words. He sat upright in his bed, the pillows resting behind his back as he pulled the sheet over his midsection.
"My ex... He-he-he tried to come into my house... my parents' house. I can't sleep. I just can't..." Her throat felt tight and raw, even more so that she felt unable to utter another word. Steph just wanted Chris' arms wrapped around her tightly and for him never to let go.
"Steph," he said in a soothing tone of voice, "do you want me to drive over and pick you up?" Even though he knew how risky it was to be seen going to a student's house, he couldn't just leave Stephanie McMahon in tears.
"No... No. I'll drive to your place." Steph took a deep breath and tried to regain her composure. "What's your address?" As Chris told her his address she scribbled it down on a piece of paper.
"Are you sure about this, Steph?" He asked and received an 'Mmhmm' from the young lady on the other side of the phone. "Be safe, honey. I'll see you soon." With that he disconnected the phone call and slumped back down in his bed. He felt the anger rising inside him after he heard that Stephanie's ex boyfriend tried to get inside her house. Goodness knows what would have happened... He thought to himself. Chris' hand curled up into fists, his knuckles going white from the pressure he was applying to them.
"Calm down, Chris. You're not going to be any good for Stephanie if you're in this state of mind." He spoke out loud to himself, feeling ashamed that he let his anger take over. Chris closed his eyes and steadied his heart beat by breathing slowly, unclenching his fists and placing his hands behind his head.
Chris must have fell into a heavy sleep as the knocking at the door grew louder and louder until he awoke, startled, and ran down the stairs wrapping the sheet from his bed around his waist. "Damn it." He muttered to himself after forgetting to put on boxers. Chris continued to mutter to himself until he unlocked the door and opened it, seeing Stephanie on the door step.
"Hey." Stephanie said in a shy manner, fiddling with her hands instead of looking up at her English teacher. Chris stepped aside and let her into his home, he didn't want her to catch a cold. Her hair was wet due to the rain that was falling heavily at the time, her tank top and shorts clung to her body like a second skin and Chris couldn't take his eyes away from her. She was beautiful, even when she was looking dishevelled and wet at the moment. Stephanie sat down on a step as Chris went to fetch a towel from the downstairs' bathroom and she propped her head up on her hands. She couldn't believe that she was actually in her English teacher's house... let alone being soaking wet.
"Here we are, honey." Chris held a fluffy white towel in his free hand seeing as his other hand was holding up the sheet that was wrapped around his waist. He saw where she was looking and laughed. "Ah, yeah, sorry about me being half naked. I fell asleep after you rang me and I forgot to put on some boxers when you knocked at the door."
Steph was about to reach out and take the towel from Chris' hand but he stopped her. He shook his head as he sat next to her on the step, ruffling the towel at the bottom of her hair, working his way up. They sat there while Chris towel dried her hair for ten minutes making idle conversation about the weather, Stephanie's trip down to the house and Chris' interior decor from what she had seen. He didn't want to bring up what happened earlier just yet... She was still soaking wet and now slightly shivering against Chris' touch.
"Why don't you go to my bedroom and find something to wear in the wardrobe?" When Stephanie turned around to face him, she shot him a look with her eyebrow raised. "Don't give me that look, Stephanie! I'm sure there is something that will look good on you in that wardrobe. Now go and see!" Anything will look good with you in it... He thought as she waltzed upstairs. He looked down at his current attire and decided that it would be a good idea for him to put on some clothes, too.
Chris took his time walking up the stairs. He wasn't in any hurry and he didn't want to intrude on Stephanie getting ready. As he reached his bedroom he noticed the door was open. He peered in briefly to see if Stephanie was in clothing but instead he was greeted with the sight of her in wet underwear, her panties see through and no bra was in sight. Not wanting to be a peeping tom, he knocked on the door and looked away as he waited for an answer. Chris heard her feet against the wood panelled floor along with the clashes of metal hangers from his wardrobe.
"Come in." Steph called out softly when she finished slipping on a t-shirt of his. She watched him walk into the room, her eyes immediately locking with his and licked her lips quickly. "You've... still got that around your waist." She motioned to the sheet with her hand and smiled. "I think you best get some clothes on, Chris." He nodded and chuckled as he walked towards his wardrobe and pulled out a pair of sweatpants.
"You're gonna have to turn around, I don't have any boxers on remember." When Chris saw Stephanie blush, he laughed again. Cute. He pulled the sweatpants over his muscular legs quickly, not bothering with a t-shirt, and sat down on the bed with his back placed firmly against the wall. Chris noticed that Stephanie was still standing, looking very awkward to be as well. He patted the side of the bed next him and said, "Are you going to come and sit next to me, honey?" She nodded and crawled on the bed before sitting next to him, snuggling up to his warm body. His body warmth was inviting, and not just because she was still cold from being soaked through.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him, he could see feel her body shake. Stephanie's long brown hair was finally drying and Chris had to admit that she looked incredibly sexy in his favourite t-shirt. Of course he wouldn't mention that it was his favourite t-shirt she was wearing... He shifted uncomfortable for a moment, trying to sit in a position which didn't aggravate his manhood underneath his sweatpants. Having this vixen sitting next to him was proving to be dangerous. Steph rested her head lovingly on his shoulder and sighed. She hoped he wouldn't ask her about what happened, but knowing Chris, he'd ask.