Page 41 of Charlie
“No, it’s too light in here and you’ll see all my imperfections.”
“Maybe I’ll like your imperfections.”
She rolled her eyes but smiled. “Only if orange skin and rolls are your thing.”
I scoffed. “What are you talking about? I’ve seen you naked and you’re gorgeous.”
“Until you look closer.”
“Women. You’re never satisfied with your bodies, are you?”
“I’m fine with my body, but not to the point where I want to get up and walk around naked. I’ll need to know you better to do that.”
I frowned. “But you said that you feel comfortable around me.”
“I do.” She snatched her clothes, got dressed, and walked to the bathroom, where she stood in the doorway and looked over her shoulder. “Would you mind turning on the TV? I don’t want you to hear me pee.”
“But what if that’s my fetish? To hear women pee? Did you think about that?” I was smiling.
Pointing at me like a strict schoolteacher, she clicked her tongue. “Don’t mess with me this early. I’m not a morning person. Just turn on the TV or I won’t be able to go.”
“All right.” I had just turned on the weather channel when she popped her head out again. “When did you get a toothbrush?
“I got it from reception after you fell asleep. That and condoms.”
“Oh… okay.”
Hundreds of hours of therapy enabled me to pick up on the shy expression on her face before she closed the door. I didn’t want her to think I expected her to come straight back to bed and use the condoms with me, but I didn’t know how to communicate that to her.
When I heard the toilet flush and the water running, I called out, “Hey, Liv.”
“Yeah?” She opened the door with a toothbrush in her mouth.
“I’m hungry. We should get some breakfast.”
“Do you want to eat here or go somewhere?”
“What was that? Maybe I’ll understand you better if I put my toothbrush in my mouth too?
Liv returned to the bathroom and rinsed her mouth. “I said, do you want to eat here or go somewhere?”
“Whatever you prefer.”
Coming back out, she got back into bed with me. “We could order some room service and stay in bed if you’re up for it. I would love some French toast. Do they make that here?”
“Let me check.” I fetched the menu and handed it to her. “Here, I’m just going to use the bathroom too. Could you turn off the sound? I really want you to enjoy the sound of my urine hitting the toilet bowl.”
She ignored my attempt at being funny and looked up from the menu. “They have waffles but no French toast.”
“Waffles sounds good.”
“How hungry are you? Do you want to share a portion?”
Damn, she was so sexy as she sat against the headboard with her nipples showing through that thin t-shirt of hers.
“Sure, but I’ll need more than a waffle. Can you order some croissants and orange juice too?”
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “But you don’t like croissants.”
