Page 54 of Can't Help Falling in Love
“Wait until you see the bathroom.” He took her hand, pulled her down the hallway to the left, flipping a switch so the fire flared as he walked by. The hallway was short, leading to an arch letting them into the first area that housed two sinks built into gorgeous black cabinetry along the back wall. To the left, a slightly ajar door showed a powder room.
Will put a hand to her back, nudged her to the other side. “This way.”
With two hands, he slid the opaque glass doors apart, opening up the room so she could see the rest. She walked forward, awe and envy swirling.
“It’s like a spa,” she whispered.
To the right was a dark-gray, tiled shower with a deep bench. A waterfall showerhead extended from the ceiling. Two other showerheads came out from lower on the walls. To her left the same gorgeous cabinetry as the other room lined the wall. The top surface was clearly meant to be a vanity with a long, thin, rectangular mirror extending all the way. Two stools were pushed under the cabinet.
Her eyes landed on the tub. Matte white, deep, and long, it was a freestanding oval that invited the bather to sink in and forget absolutely everything after a long day. There was a low, clear floating shelf against the wall that held candles and a couple of succulents; it seemed like a perfect place for a glass of wine.
“If we weren’t already engaged, I’d propose to you just to get this tub.”
Will’s laugh settled into her soul, lighting her up. What if life were just like this? No sad moms, fake engagements, second jobs? Just her and him and this tub?
His arm wrapped around her waist from behind. “I was thinking earlier you deserved a long soak with a large glass of wine. How about after our game?”
She turned in his arms, too many feelings ricocheting in her chest. “How are you not already taken? With your face, your sense of humor, and this tub, you really are one of Seattle’s finest.”
Chuckling, he used his arm around her to turn her toward the bedroom. “I guess I was just waiting for the universe to throw a sexy, sweet, funny, clumsy waitress into my path.”
She leaned back into him. “I promise my clumsiness doesn’t extend to all areas of my life.”
He chuckled, nuzzling her neck in a way that stopped her breath.
“Just when carrying soup?”
“That’s right. Lucky you,” she teased.
When they reached the bed, he turned her again, stroked her hair back from her face, a look in his eyes that stole her breath.
“That’s exactly what I was thinking, Alexandria. Lucky, lucky me.”
Twenty-two
Will knew he should thank his sisters at some point but he’d wait to see what, exactly, they’d added to the candy basket. Lexi’s gaze settled on his bed and he saw the quick flash of nerves. Stroking a hand down her arm, loving the feel of her skin under his palm, he smiled at her, stepped closer, lowered his head just to hear the intake of breath. She turned her face, putting their noses so close they nearly touched. Her pupils dilated, her mouth opened just a touch, her tongue wetting her lips.
She was waiting for his kiss. One he very much wanted to give. But he didn’t want her nervous or thinking there was any pressure to take tonight further than she was ready for. More than that, he didn’t want to rush anything with her. He wanted to savor everything about her. Her fingers linked with his, her breath accelerating.
“Tell me, Lexi…” he said, leaning in just a touch more, loving the way she shivered from his breath against her skin.
“Yes?” She swayed closer, her other hand coming to his waist.
He smiled. “Truth or treat?” He whispered the words and saw the surprise in her arched brows.
“Huh?” She scrunched her face up adorably. “Cute.”
“You are that,” he said, giving her a quick kiss through his laughter.
“Okay. Fine. Truth.” She let go of his hand and went to the side of his bed, crawling up on it, settling herself cross-legged.
There were many, many other things he wanted to do with her on this bed but for now, he was surprisingly content with just this. In fact, this was probably about to get more intimate than either of them expected. The truth had a way of removing the barriers.
Moving a couple of pillows, he settled on the bed as well, leaning against the headboard, the basket between them.
“Truth. Let me think. Longest relationship?”
She smiled, fiddled with the wicker of the basket. “That’s easy. Three weeks. Ninth grade.”
