And while she and the girls get their coats back on and everyone says their goodnights, I put in another request to the hotel before we head back.
EIGHTEEN
Wren
By the timewe get back to the room, I’m nervous. I don’t know why. It’s silly. I’ve been around Easton a million times before. We’ve been nice to each other all evening. But he’s caught me looking at him several times and each time it made my heart skip a beat because of how guilty I’d felt for staring at him. But it’s hard not to stare at Easton when he’s dressed up like he is tonight. Really, it’s hard not to stare at him any day but especially hard on a night like this.
Normally I get to do my staring from across the room at a party or the occasional flick of a look across a table. But here, even though we’ve only been together a few hours, we’re on top of each other constantly. Apparently, stolen gazes cannot be a thing because somehow, he knows when I’m watching him no matter how discreet I try to be.
Once we walk into the main part of the suite it’s obvious housekeeping has been in the room with turn-down service. The bed is neatly unmade, with chocolates on the pillows. A bottle of champagne is on the table with two glasses and there’s a cute little towel animal on the edge of the bed. If we were actually a couple and I liked that kind of romance, I think I’d be melting a little. Like I had earlier when I saw him get out of the shower. And that reminds me and gives me the perfect excuse to escape for a bit.
“Do you care if I take a shower? Unless you wanted to take one first?”
“Nah, I had that one when I got back from the gym.”
“You went to the gym already? That’s dedication.”
“I didn’t get my run in this morning, and I wanted to make sure. The Combine’s coming up.”
“Oh, right.” I nod. I keep forgetting that even though football season is technically over for them, they’re all still running drills and working out like it’s mid-season in order to prove themselves at The Combine. Even Liam, who’s not participating has been keeping up with them for solidarity reasons.
I go to my suitcase and gather the things I need for my shower, but when I walk into the bathroom, I stop short. The lights are down low. The windows have been partially opened to reveal the view outside. The water has been drawn in the tub. Stretched over the tub is a tray with a bath bomb and chocolate perched on it.
“Um, do you think they got the wrong room? I feel like maybe they got the wrong room,” I call to Easton from the bathroom.
“What?” I hear him say, and he passes through the doorway to stand next to me.
“Is this normal? Or did they have the wrong room when they set things up?”
“I ordered it for you.”
“What?” My eyes snap to him, and he looks taken aback by the sudden observation.
“I figured it was cold out and you’d want it after we got back. Plus you’re supposed to be on vacation relaxing.”
“You did this?” I ask softly, perplexed because I didn’t think thoughtful Easton existed.
“Yeah. I ordered some hot cocoa too, should be here shortly. If you want to get in the tub, I can let you know when it’s here.”
I blink at him because I don’t know what else to do.
“You ordered a bath and hot cocoa for me?” I say it out loud, like maybe that will help me make sense of it.
“Yes. Although now you’re making me feel like that was a bad idea.” His eyes shift away from me in an oddly sheepish way for a man like Easton.
“No… I mean, I like it. I just didn’t expect it…” I stumble over my words because the whole scene makes me short on them.
“Well hopefully, there’s more of you liking things you didn’t expect.” His signature grin returns and sends little zings of want through me.
He leans forward and presses his lips to mine, soft little touches that make me melt into him. When he finally lets go, I just stare up at him for a minute, just mesmerized by how pretty he is and wondering how I got here. And whether or not I could keep up with him.
“Are you joining me then?” I ask, raising a brow.
He glances at the tub for a moment like he’s considering it.
“Nah. Someone’s gotta answer the door for room service, and then I gotta set up the next part of the date.”
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