Page 29 of Unruly
“You’re not tired?”
“Not yet. You up for it, Farnsworth?”
We really should work, but we likely won’t find much to go on at this time of night. Borja is right—this is my opportunity to update my knowledge. Who knows when I’ll be in the Above again.
I nod, getting to my feet. “I’m up for it.”
Borja grins. “Nice. We’re gonna have fun.”
“Not too much. We have work to do tomorrow.”
“Don’t worry, Cinderella, I won’t keep you out all night.”
“Cinderella?”
“Turns into a pumpkin at midnight. Don’t tell me you don’t know the fairy tale.”
“I’ve heard of it. I’m certain I won’t become a pumpkin at any point.”
“It’s a joke, Farnsworth.”
“Oh, right. Humor is a bit lost on me at times.”
“That’s okay. We’ll get you up to speed.” He looks me up and down. “You need something else to wear.”
“Like?”
“I think I have something that’ll fit you. Come on.”
I follow Borja to his bedroom, glancing around before leaning against a wall.
“You can sit on the bed if you want.” He disappears inside a small closet.
I sit on the edge of the bed, feeling very awkward. Normally, I wouldn’t see the inside of a man’s bedroom without some established courtship, but I remind myself that this modern world is different from the one I’m used to.
Borja returns, holding up a plain white shirt and a pair of jeans. “These don’t fit me anymore. Too snug. They might fit you.”
“Okay.”
I take the clothing from him, looking around for somewhere to change, but before I can ask, Borja lets his towel drop to the floor, revealing his naked body completely. I can’t stop myself from staring, and I’m thankful when my eyes make it back to his face to find that he’s not looking at me.
He turns away from me to open a dresser drawer, and my gaze is drawn to his backside. Wow. He’s firm and toned, but not overly muscular, and his skin looks so soft that I’m tempted to reach out and touch him. When he turns around again, he smiles, and I clear my throat awkwardly.
“Do you need some privacy?” he asks. “I figured since we’re both guys, it wouldn’t be a big deal.”
“Uh, no big deal.” Carefully, I set the clothes on the bed and begin removing my own, ignoring Borja in case he’s looking at me. I don’t remember the last time anyone saw me unclothed, but suffice it to say it’s been a very long time.
Quietly, I tug on the jeans, which are far too tight, and then the shirt. When I glance up, Borja is leaning against the dresser, wearing only underwear now, his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his lips.
“You look good like that.”
“You think so? It feels tight.”
“It is tight, but in a good way. You’ll blend in.”
“If you say so.”
“I do. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready to go.”
