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“Here’s your room. My parents just redecorated this, so you should be comfortable.” We walk in, and she looks around at the queen-sized bed and the desk that takes up the entire wall to the left of it. “They still use it as an office, so excuse the mess.”
“This is perfect, thanks.” Abby spots the pocket door to the bathroom she and I will share and arches a brow.
Before she can ask, I offer, “Through there, you’ll find a Jack and Jill bathroom. My room’s off the other side. When my parents bought the house, Summer used to joke about having a bathroom like the Brady Bunch. Apparently, while in the hospital, one of the late-night networks had all the reruns in syndication, and she was a huge fan,” I offer in explanation and smile at the memory.
“Sounds good. I won’t need but a few minutes, then it’ll be all yours.”
Not knowing what to do or say next, I roll on the balls of my feet back and forth a few times, as Abby pulls the things she needs out of her carry-on suitcase. She retrieves a small black bag and a wad of clothes that I assume are her pajamas. “I… I’ll… just be in my room should you need anything,” I hastily say before bolting out of the room.
Instead of walking through the bathroom, I exit out into the main hall, in search of a glass of water and my own bag from the family room.
By the time I enter my room, I hear the water running and the toilet flush. I quickly pull out a pair of basketball shorts to sleep in. Usually I sleep in only my boxers, but with company, I’d rather not chance it. I quickly shuck off my shirt and grab my toiletry bag to use the bathroom when she finishes.
A soft knock at the door, and Abby’s voice startles me, even though I know she’s there. “I’m finished. The bathroom’s all yours.”
Instinctually, I stride over to open the door. “Thanks. I’ll only be a few minutes…” I start to say but stop as I watch Abby’s mouth drop open, and her eyes roam over every inch of my body.
Hmmm. Interesting. Apparently, I’m not the only one affected.
I’m a guy. Of course, I look her over, too. Though I won’t act upon it. I do have some self-control. Unfortunately, as I take in her sexy sleep shorts… my body gets other ideas.
Damn—she’s beautiful. Her long, toned legs tell me she must work out regularly.
Wait… is that… cats I see on her sexy sleep shorts? And does her black tank really sayFeline Warm and Cozy?
“Boy, Angel…” I chuckle. “Should I worry about you turning into a crazy cat lady, later in life? Just how many cats do you have?”
Abby lets out a loud huff, as if she’s irritated that I forced her to lose concentration.
It’s adorable.
Her eyes narrow, and frustration leaks through in her tone. “No… thank you very much. They happen to be a gift from Chloe. Since she helped pack, I’m sure she had something to do with these being in here.”
I hold up my hands in defense. “Hey… No judgement here. I happen to think the whole ensemble’s adorable. Though I’ll never understand the whole matching pajamas thing. I’m a ‘sleep in my boxers’ type of guy—though I settle for gym shorts in the presence of company.”
What the hell? Why did I just tell her I sleep in my underwear?
I watch Abby’s eyes widen as she blatantly looks me over from head to toe. Her eyes linger on my pecs and my biceps as her lips part. She obviously likes what she sees, and I’m only human when I grin with pride.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of my body. But with her appreciation, I need to think dark and depressing thoughts to keep my body in check. Basketball shorts leave nothing to the imagination, and I’m not about to show her firsthand the effects of her perusal.
“I… Uh… will have to take your word for it.” She suddenly looks everywhere but at me. It’s almost comical. Apparently, my Angel’s a shy one. I could get used to that.
What? My Angel? Where did that come from?
To keep from making a fool of myself, I step to the sink and put some toothpaste on my toothbrush. “I’ll just brush my teeth and be on my way to bed.” I turn on the water and begin brushing, like it’s my only job in life. She quickly excuses herself, shutting the door behind her.
Once I’m finished in the bathroom, my gut tells me I should make sure she’s all right. Through the mirror, I saw her face flush.
God, I hope I didn’t just make things awkward.
Hell. Who am I kidding? I’d give just about anything to see her again. And I’m not too proud to use this weak excuse.
I knock quietly on the door and wait for her reply.
I faintly hear her say, “Come in.” So, I do.
She’s already in bed and has the main light off. A bedside lamp illuminates her beautiful skin. Her dark-brown hair looks mussed as it flows around her shoulders. Damn. She’s beautiful. As my eyes roam over her body, I notice she’s removed her bra. Her boobs are fucking gorgeous. Full, round, with perfect tips poking through her shirt.
