We reached my hotel in record time. I didn’t think I was running, but the idea of cuddling up with Mia may have made me walk a little faster. As soon as we were inside she shivered. “Bathroom’s through there if you want to freshen up.”
“Sounds good, thanks.”
A moment later the door clicked shut and I heard the water start. It was hard to think about anything other than Mia’s delicious naked body, all wet and soapy on the other side of that very thin wall. It took every ounce of restraint I possessed and a few I didn’t even know I had to stop myself from barging in. Instead, I took the opportunity to peel my suit off and change into a pair of sweat pants and t-shirt.
“Derek?” Mia’s sweet voice called out as she cracked the door open a fraction.
“Yeah?”
“Have you got something I can wear?”
I laughed so deeply it hurt my side. I had three options here and none of them would make the tent in my pants go away. Swallowing heavily, I sifted through my duffle bag and found a clean pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Both would be too big on her, but it was better than nothing. Walking over to the bathroom door, Mia pulled it open further so I could hand her the clothes. She obviously didn’t realize how perverted I was. From here I could see the reflection of her delectable ass reflecting in the mirror.
I groaned and ran my hand through my hair before moving away without a word. Nothing I could say would make this better. I took a seat at the dingy table in the corner, not game to sit on the bed. We needed to talk. First.
It felt like I aged a million years while I waited for her to come back to the main room, but in reality, it was probably barely a minute. Scrubbed fresh, she looked more beautiful than ever. Part of me couldn’t believe she was here with me. I really was a lucky son of a bitch sometimes.
“Feel better?”
“Much,” she agreed as she jumped up onto the bed and folded her legs underneath. She was wearing my white shirt, which did nothing to hide the fact she had nothing on underneath it.
“So…”
“So, you’re moving back. Being here suits you, Derek.”
“I know. But the question is, could it suit you?” Her face fell and I felt like a douche. The not knowing, the guessing, the worrying…it was killing me. “I don’t mean to pressure you, Mia, I really don’t, but I’m hanging here. Please, put me out of my misery.”
