“Bathroom is just beside me,” he points. “Christian’s room is across the hall, and Walsh’s room is next to his, so don’t go in them,” he jokes.
I take the clothes and towel. “Thank you.”
After a much-needed shower, I enter Randy’s room, coming to the sight of what is a half-naked Randy Harrison dressed only in loose gym shorts.
Holy eight pack and chiseled obliques!
His hair is damp, and he is blowing up the airbed with a foot pump, making every muscle in his body flex.
“I ran down and used Seth’s shower. Are those clothes, okay?”
Glancing down at myself dressed in Shelby’s pink pajama bottoms that only peek out from the bottom of Randy’s oversized Raptors shirt.
“Umm,” I stutter, still at a loss for words at the man in front of me. “Yeah, they’re great,” I say, diverting my eyes from Randy and taking a seat on his bed.
“I’m happy to sleep on the airbed.” The guilt of putting him out even more after everything he has done for me today slams into me.
“It’s fine. You can get comfortable in my bed, just throw me a pillow.”
I lean across the bed and toss him a pillow and watch him catch it with ease, not faltering while continuing to pump up the bed. The small movements he’s making causes every defined muscle in his calf to pop.
I pull the blankets back and get comfortable in his bed and holy shit, it has to be one of the most comfortable beds I have ever been in. Much better than mine, and to top it off, it smells like him.
I watch him as he finishes pumping up the mattress. He seriously has an eight pack. It’s defined and looks ridiculously good with that tanned skin. His arms are toned, with the supermodel face, full lips, blonde hair that falls over his brow, and puppy dog brown eyes. He has clear skin, no visible tattoos that I can see, and is a perfect ten out of ten.
“See something you like?”
“Wh-what?” I say, having just been busted ogling him. Six drinks and I lose all my discretion. “N-no,” I say. “Nothing else to look at.”
I hold his gaze, determined not to let my eyes drop. He hits me with his trademark smile, effortless, smug, and blinding. Those perfect white teeth really should come with a warning label. “Okay,” he gives in, kneeling down and unrolling the sleeping bag onto the mattress. He groans as he lies down. His large body looks even bigger on that small mattress, even though I’m sure it’s a double.
“Are you ready for me to turn the light off?” I ask.
“Yup, go for it,” he replies as he gently punches at his pillow.
I flick off the lamp, and the room slips into darkness. Only a distant streetlight filters through the window, casting faint shadows across the walls.
“Randy?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you… for everything you did for me today.”
“That’s okay. I didn’t even think to ask but I hope you didn’t need to get back to Sam.”
“No, my parents took him to my grandparents’ place for the weekend so I could get some studying done.”
“That’s nice of them,” he says with a yawn.
“Yeah. They’re amazing. I’m really lucky to have their support.”
A beat passes.
“Rachel,” he says softly.
“Yes?”
“You look cute in my shirt.”
