“Sarah, look at me, please." I tilt my head at her, putting a finger under her chin and pull her back up to meet my eyes, giving her what I pray is a gentle smile and not predatory. “I was only teasing you. You don’t have anything to worry about. You’re my guest, sweetness. Now, can I not treat my guest how I want?”
Sarah narrows her eyes at me and scrunches up her nose. “Within reason. Yes. Fine, you can pay for my food,” she grumbles, adopting a rather adorable pouty face that I’ve never seen from her before.
“Thanks a lot,” I laugh, sliding the room key in the door and pushing it open, gesturing for her to proceed ahead of me.
“Oh, this is sodarling,Mr. Richardson!” Sarah coos, flicking on the light and going straight to the air conditioner.
My dick swells so hard at her words that a flash of pain radiates through my lower abdomen.“It’s Doct—“I start to say before pausing, feeling a perplexed then annoyed look cross my face.
“Are you a seventy-two or sixty-eight degree person,Alex?” she asks while pausing in front of the thermostat to look over her shoulder, clearly teasing me.
Jesus fucking Christ. I shake my head before attempting to respond.
“Definitely a sixty-eight degree person. Especially at night,” I quip, striding through the small sitting area into the bedroom where I pause upon seeing only one bed.
It's a king. Adorned with a plush comforter and lit with dimmed lights above. And it's perfect for fucking. I just know it. I lick my lips and feel my blood boiling, imagining Sarah and me in bed together again. I tense when she walks up behind me.
"I turned it to sixty-eight—" she starts, before her words cut off when she gets a look at the lone bed in the room."Oh…"
There's that silence that says so much.
I clear my throat, flicking my eyes to hers quickly. "Sarah, I swear to God I requested a double bed. I didn't know." My speech is rapid as I try to explain quickly. "I'm going back down to see if we can get another room." I turn to walk back out, but Sarah stops me with a hand on my arm, scrunching her nose at me teasingly.
"Oh, stop.And besides, you know as well as I do that this resort is booked full, and there are no rooms available. It's okay. We've shared a bed before, haven't we?"
I tilt my head, giving her a noncommittal grunt in response before folding my arms. I mean, sharing a bed with this woman is simultaneously the easiest and hardest thing. I hesitate, unsure.
"And it was fine, right? So, if I'm okay, can'tyoube okay?" she nudges me out of my musing, arching a brow at me just as a mischievous smile tugs her lips.
But I keep my gaze on hers, my tongue slicking over my lip. "Yes...I can be okay with that," I reply softly, unfolding my arms to turn back to the living room to get my bag.
She follows me out to grab hers as well and takes her toiletries into the bathroom, placing them neatly, and comes back into the bedroom, looking at me quizzically. “What are you doing?” she laughs, seeing I'd pulled out all the drawers on the left side of the dresser.
“I’m putting my clothes away.” My eyes flash to hers humorously, seeing hers wide in her face as she stares at me rather stunned looking. I go back to my task, stacking my clothes neatly.
“Woooww… I thought only women did that.”
I snap my head back up to look at her, amused. “Hey now, don’t be sexist!” I admonish, taking a stack of shirts and placing them into a drawer.
She holds her hands palm up. “Oops. Not my intention. It’s just been a keen observation over the years,” she throws back, unzipping her own luggage.
She begins to hang up dress after dress in the closet space, humming some tune while we work in comfortable silence. The both of us are obviously a little mellow from the travel and time change.
I try not to be obvious as I watch her, wanting to see what clothes she'd packed. “You like the TV on or off while you go to sleep?”
“Off. I can’t have that type of noise when I try to go to sleep. But Idoneed a fan for a little white noise and to keep me from sweating through my hair. Is that going to be a problem?” she asks, plunking a small pink portable fan onto the shared nightstand and pointing it towards the pillow. She clicks the button, and it hums to life, making me smile.
That’s adorable,I think with amusement before pausing, wondering if I can make her sweat bad enough to curl the strands of her hair. My eyes slide to hers, constantly tortured with ways of how to get her to open up to me in this way.
“No,” I laugh, quieting as she suddenly gets a grimace on her face. “What’s wrong?” I ask, noticing her distress.
“Uhm…so I know we shared a bed for a couple of nights when…you know,” she emphasizes, sitting on the side of the bed and drawing her legs up in a crisscross style.
Seeing her playful mood has bled into something more serious, I close the last drawer before walking over to her side and sitting in the blue chair.
“I do know,” I say, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from elaborating.
“Well….well…” She licks her lips, and her eyes flicker from mine to my chest and then back again.
