I step out of the shower and dry off. The cold water did nothing to fix my issue, so I tug on my jeans and adjust my aching cock and throw on a clean t-shirt and head back out to the room where Tori is in bed, scrolling her phone.
“I tried to close the drapes, but they didn’t move,” she says with an awkward smile.
Fuck, this place really is a dump.
“There’s also a note to say the AC is out, but there’s a fan in the room.” She points to the world’s smallest fan that’s sitting next to an equally small TV on the dresser that’s blowing out less air than I use to blow out a birthday candle.
“Perfect,” I say sarcastically
“Why are you dressed?” she asks, eyeing me curiously. “Are you heading out?”
“Erm, no, I don’t have any pajamas. I usually sleep naked, and I presumed we’d have two rooms.”
Her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline as if surprised by my statement, and she lowers her phone. “Oh… right.”
I chew the inside of my cheek the same way she does when she’s nervous, and I feel like some sort of wild animal on exhibition from the way she’s looking at me.
“You could just sleep in your briefs,” she suggests.
“I could. I did think about it, but again, I didn’t want to make things weird.”
“I mean, I’m in mine, it doesn’t have to be weird.” She says with a shrug as if it’s no big deal when the truth of it is, it’s a really big fucking deal. Fuck, I won’t survive this night. I think I’ll spontaneously combust while she sleeps beside me.
“Noah?” She says my name with a hint of what sounds like flirtation in her tone. My body heats, and suddenly it feels like there's not enough air in the room.
“Yeah?” I rasp, feeling like there is grit lodged in my throat.
“Stop stressing. Just be you, okay?”
“Okay.”
I reach for the hem of my shirt, pull it over my head, and toss it on the chair beside the dresser. Her eyes drift away from her phone and focus on my tattooed chest.
Next, I remove my jeans, leaving me in nothing but a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs, and again, her eyes stay lazer-focused on my body, and just like earlier, I like the way it feels to have her full attention. She bites down on her bottom lip as if in a trance, and I smirk. Just be normal, she said. Yeah, right.
Look who’s eating their words now.
“Tori.” She doesn’t answer, so I say her name again, “Tori.”
“Yeah,” she says louder than needed, and pulls her focus away from my body to my face, and I can’t help but smirk. She smooths a hand down her hair that’s fallen over one shoulder, and I know she knows I’ve caught her staring.
“Do you want me to turn the TV on, give you something else to watch?” I ask in a teasing tone.
“No, no, I’m good.” She clears her throat.
I lift the comforter and slide in beside her. I’m a tall, broad guy, so when I lie down, and Tori reaches to turn off the lamp and settles in beside me, there is only an inch of space between us.
“Are you sure this is okay?" I ask, staring at the ceiling.
“Yes,” she says softly.
I place my hands above the comforter, needing to keep them where they can’t drift, and I hear her yawn in the darkness.
“Night, Tor.”
“Night, Noah.”
The room is cloaked in darkness, with only the light of the streetlight peeking through our half-closed drapes.
