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feel better if we switched rooms.”
“I really would,” Dana said, leaving his room.
Holden cursed silently as he grabbed his bag, following her out into the hallway.
“Thanks for... being decent,” she said over her shoulder.
“Least I could do, since Curt and Jules have sold you to me for marriage.” Holden cringed a little; said too much? Dana cringed, too, but then her soft laughter made it all right.
“They’re not subtle,” she agreed ruefully.
“I’m just here to relax. And so can you.”
“Yeah, I’m not looking for... But I’m still grateful that you’re not a creep.”
“Hey, let’s not jump to any conclusions there,” Holden said.
“Tan bra?” Dana said softly, and though he couldn’t see her face he knew that she was smiling.
Don’t want to play this too cool, he thought, and on the back of that, So am I a creep after all?
“I had kind of an internal debate about showing you the mirror,” he said. “Shouting on both sides, blood was spilled... ”
They entered Dana’s room—his room now—and he dumped his stuff on the bed.
“So you’re bleeding internally,” she asked, mock-serious.“Pretty bad.”
“Well, Jules is the doctor-in-training. You should probably talk to her.”
“Yeah.” He smiled, Dana grabbed her bag, and as she turned and left he saw an expression on her face that he thought was similar to his own. Cursing herself, he thought. She wishes this chat had gone one step further .
Smiling as the door swung shut behind her, Holden thought that he and Dana would get on very well indeed.
•••
Shit shit shit that was lame , Dana thought. But she couldn’t help smiling. Even with a closed door between them, she could sense Holden behind her. Unsubtle though Jules and Curt had been about her and Holden, it seemed as if they might yet finish this weekend pleased with their powers of matchmaking.
In her new room she closed the door and dropped her bag onto the bed, wincing at the creaking of springs. Hope Curt’s and Jules’s bed isn’t that bad, she thought. Then she picked up the picture Holden had removed from the wall, turned it around... and it was unbelievably gross. She had no idea why someone would want that hanging above them in bed. Maybe there was more to it. The artist might have been a local celebrity, or something. But though she looked closely for a signature she could find none, and it had the sort of paint-by-numbers feel of a mass-produced image.It was spooky, but she had to re-hang it.
Otherwise—
She saw Holden in the next room, her view darkened just a little by dust on the one-way mirror. He wore an enigmatic smile, and was slowly pacing back and forth at the foot of his bed. Distracted, he pulled his shirt over his head and then stood there again, apparently unmindful of the fact that he was now in the viewable room.
He was in pretty good shape, for sure. Dana was holding her breath. The moment seemed to stretch, and then Holden dropped his shirt on the bed and pulled his swimming shorts from his bag, and began unbuttoning his jeans.
“Uhhh... ah!” Dana muttered. “God!” She was where he had been and, though she could stay here for another ten seconds to see what he had, he had only watched for so long.
Long enough to see my bra, she thought, and as she caught sight of Holden’s briefs she hung the picture, obscuring the window and making sure it banged against the wall. He’d hear it and know that she’d covered the one-way mirror again... but he’d also know that she’d paused just for those few seconds, watching him strip off his shirt.
“Fair’s fair,” she said softly, grinning.
She took one last look at the grim print, and on the wall it seemed even worse. But it was part of her room now.
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” she said, plucking a knittedthrow from the bed and hanging it over the picture.
That was better.
Now, time to strip in private and slip into that sexy red bikini.
•••
Their
“I really would,” Dana said, leaving his room.
Holden cursed silently as he grabbed his bag, following her out into the hallway.
“Thanks for... being decent,” she said over her shoulder.
“Least I could do, since Curt and Jules have sold you to me for marriage.” Holden cringed a little; said too much? Dana cringed, too, but then her soft laughter made it all right.
“They’re not subtle,” she agreed ruefully.
“I’m just here to relax. And so can you.”
“Yeah, I’m not looking for... But I’m still grateful that you’re not a creep.”
“Hey, let’s not jump to any conclusions there,” Holden said.
“Tan bra?” Dana said softly, and though he couldn’t see her face he knew that she was smiling.
Don’t want to play this too cool, he thought, and on the back of that, So am I a creep after all?
“I had kind of an internal debate about showing you the mirror,” he said. “Shouting on both sides, blood was spilled... ”
They entered Dana’s room—his room now—and he dumped his stuff on the bed.
“So you’re bleeding internally,” she asked, mock-serious.“Pretty bad.”
“Well, Jules is the doctor-in-training. You should probably talk to her.”
“Yeah.” He smiled, Dana grabbed her bag, and as she turned and left he saw an expression on her face that he thought was similar to his own. Cursing herself, he thought. She wishes this chat had gone one step further .
Smiling as the door swung shut behind her, Holden thought that he and Dana would get on very well indeed.
•••
Shit shit shit that was lame , Dana thought. But she couldn’t help smiling. Even with a closed door between them, she could sense Holden behind her. Unsubtle though Jules and Curt had been about her and Holden, it seemed as if they might yet finish this weekend pleased with their powers of matchmaking.
In her new room she closed the door and dropped her bag onto the bed, wincing at the creaking of springs. Hope Curt’s and Jules’s bed isn’t that bad, she thought. Then she picked up the picture Holden had removed from the wall, turned it around... and it was unbelievably gross. She had no idea why someone would want that hanging above them in bed. Maybe there was more to it. The artist might have been a local celebrity, or something. But though she looked closely for a signature she could find none, and it had the sort of paint-by-numbers feel of a mass-produced image.It was spooky, but she had to re-hang it.
Otherwise—
She saw Holden in the next room, her view darkened just a little by dust on the one-way mirror. He wore an enigmatic smile, and was slowly pacing back and forth at the foot of his bed. Distracted, he pulled his shirt over his head and then stood there again, apparently unmindful of the fact that he was now in the viewable room.
He was in pretty good shape, for sure. Dana was holding her breath. The moment seemed to stretch, and then Holden dropped his shirt on the bed and pulled his swimming shorts from his bag, and began unbuttoning his jeans.
“Uhhh... ah!” Dana muttered. “God!” She was where he had been and, though she could stay here for another ten seconds to see what he had, he had only watched for so long.
Long enough to see my bra, she thought, and as she caught sight of Holden’s briefs she hung the picture, obscuring the window and making sure it banged against the wall. He’d hear it and know that she’d covered the one-way mirror again... but he’d also know that she’d paused just for those few seconds, watching him strip off his shirt.
“Fair’s fair,” she said softly, grinning.
She took one last look at the grim print, and on the wall it seemed even worse. But it was part of her room now.
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” she said, plucking a knittedthrow from the bed and hanging it over the picture.
That was better.
Now, time to strip in private and slip into that sexy red bikini.
•••
Their
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