All that’s left is to get dressed.
Holding up your tiny pajama set, you wonder what you were thinking.
You’ve never actually worn these pajamas in front of another person before, and you shake your head at your reflection once you put them on. What on Earth possessed you to buy these in the first place!?
It’s a cute little black-and-white crop top and shorts set covered in panda bear print. Yep. Panda bears. Complete with a panda bear face staring out from the top, two great big eyes printed smack across your chest.
Look at me! Look here!That’s basically what it screams.
Oops.
For a moment, you debate about changing back into your dirty work clothes, but that thought is just too gross. Not worth it. Not after you finally got the hot shower you’d been waiting for all night.
So you summon all your confidence, pretend what you’re wearing is totally normal, and waltz out the bathroom door.
7
Waking Up With the Hot Guy
You
To your shock, Hot Book Dude is nowhere to be found. At least, he’s not where you left him. You glance down at your wrist, half-expecting the golden cuff to be gone and for the whole thing to have been some weird sleep-deprived hallucination. But nope, the cuff is still there.
Maybe it’s all a dream and you just haven’t woken up yet.
Crunch.
You hear him before you see him. Peering around the door from the bathroom, you spot Hot Book Guy in the kitchen. It’s not exactly a big apartment—only a little over 300 sqft—but somehow you still missed him. You must be more tired than you realized.
He’s leaning against the kitchen wall, eating out of a box of cereal with one hand like he’s got no cares in the world.
“Hey! Just help yourself to the whole kitchen, why don’t you?”
You try to swipe the box out of his hand, but he just lifts it out of your reach, eyeing the gauze tied around your upper arm, then arching an eyebrow as his gaze drifts down to your outfit.
A crooked smirk lifts one side of his mouth as he asks, “Is it customary to walk around in front of strangers in your underwear nowadays?”
You cough, looking away so he won’t see you blush this time.Hopefully.
“It’s not underwear!” You protest, “These are my pajamas.”
Hot Guy laughs, pushing off the wall and setting the cereal box back in the cabinet.
That’s when you seeeverything elseon the counter.
While you showered, this man just tried to eat you out of your apartment. He’s got practically every box and container from your fridge and cabinets strewn across the kitchen.
“Hey,” he says a little sheepishly, throwing his hands in the air at your accusatorial glare. “I hadn’t eaten in like 150 years, okay?”
“Not 200?”
“It was closer to 150.”
“Well I’d believe 200, based onthatmess.” You shake your head as you turn away. “Just make sure you clean it all up when you’re done.”
It’s late.
So late, you don’t really feel like arguing. You head for bed, clicking out the overhead light so only the kitchen one remains.
