No matter how much I told myself I wouldn’t think about it, the thought kept creeping back in. Was I making a huge mistake? Would Alex break my heart, too? Jumping from one boy’s bed into another’s didn’t seem like the wisest choice, but at this moment, in these soft blankets, I didn’t really care.
The “guest room” that Alex had offered me had turned out to be much more than that. In fact, it was more like a guest apartment than a guest room. It was fully furnished not only with a bed, dresser, and desk, but also with a mini kitchen, table and chairs, and full bathroom. There was even a stackable washer and dryer set in one corner of the room. I felt like I was in apartment heaven. The walls were bright and colorful and almost every inch was adorned with paintings and pictures. I loved how full and vibrant it was. I couldn’t imagine ever being in a bad mood, not in this room.
I’d never lived in a place this nice before and to be honest, part of me didn’t want to leave. Part of me just wanted to stay forever and enjoy this. I knew, though, that it couldn’t last. At some point I would have to start being a grown up and find my own place, but I wasn’t going to think about that today. Not today. Today I was going to stay in my room all day long and just enjoy the peace and quiet I had finally found. I wiggled my toes under the sheets and nuzzled my head deeper into my pillow. This was the life. No joke about that.
A knock at the door, and I was ripped from my solitude.
“Come in,” I called out.
Alex appeared in the doorway, still wearing pajamas. I’d never seen him without his business attire on. He’d always been professional and primped. Today his hair was disheveled and his loose black t-shirt hung just past the waistband on his checkered pajama pants. I couldn’t help but smile. Had he always been this sexy? I was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to grab him, to kiss him, to pull him into bed and make him lay with me all morning, but where was the appropriateness in that? Where was the acceptableness? Was I really going to be the girl who got out of one relationship and instantly jumped into another?
“Good morning,” Alex smiled, leaning against the doorway. I was suddenly quite aware of my own attire: a skimpy t-shirt and pajama shorts. I bit my bottom lip nervously. I wonder if he liked the way I looked.
“Hi.”
“How’d you sleep?”
“Great. I slept great. Everything about this room is just…wow. Thank you so much again, really. Seriously. I really appreciate it.”
He laughed heartily, taking a step into the room and toward the bed. A moment later and he was next to me, sitting next to me.
“You’re welcome.”
And there he was. Beside me. Almost touching me, but not quite. And I could smell his cologne still drifting from the night before. I lifted my hand and rested it on his knee. He was staring at me, deeply, looking into my eyes and I couldn’t look away.
“Alex-“ I started to say, but he pressed a finger to my lips and told me to stop.
“You don’t have to say anything. I like you.”
I smiled. “You do?”
“Isn’t it obvious? You should have known from the moment I first met you how I felt about you. You’re amazing.”
I felt my heart leap from my chest and up into my throat. Was he for real? I had thought, hoped, wanted him to. I had resisted it for so long, but I didn’t want to anymore. And to be fair, now I didn’t have to. So what if I had only just broken up with my boyfriend? Was
The “guest room” that Alex had offered me had turned out to be much more than that. In fact, it was more like a guest apartment than a guest room. It was fully furnished not only with a bed, dresser, and desk, but also with a mini kitchen, table and chairs, and full bathroom. There was even a stackable washer and dryer set in one corner of the room. I felt like I was in apartment heaven. The walls were bright and colorful and almost every inch was adorned with paintings and pictures. I loved how full and vibrant it was. I couldn’t imagine ever being in a bad mood, not in this room.
I’d never lived in a place this nice before and to be honest, part of me didn’t want to leave. Part of me just wanted to stay forever and enjoy this. I knew, though, that it couldn’t last. At some point I would have to start being a grown up and find my own place, but I wasn’t going to think about that today. Not today. Today I was going to stay in my room all day long and just enjoy the peace and quiet I had finally found. I wiggled my toes under the sheets and nuzzled my head deeper into my pillow. This was the life. No joke about that.
A knock at the door, and I was ripped from my solitude.
“Come in,” I called out.
Alex appeared in the doorway, still wearing pajamas. I’d never seen him without his business attire on. He’d always been professional and primped. Today his hair was disheveled and his loose black t-shirt hung just past the waistband on his checkered pajama pants. I couldn’t help but smile. Had he always been this sexy? I was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to grab him, to kiss him, to pull him into bed and make him lay with me all morning, but where was the appropriateness in that? Where was the acceptableness? Was I really going to be the girl who got out of one relationship and instantly jumped into another?
“Good morning,” Alex smiled, leaning against the doorway. I was suddenly quite aware of my own attire: a skimpy t-shirt and pajama shorts. I bit my bottom lip nervously. I wonder if he liked the way I looked.
“Hi.”
“How’d you sleep?”
“Great. I slept great. Everything about this room is just…wow. Thank you so much again, really. Seriously. I really appreciate it.”
He laughed heartily, taking a step into the room and toward the bed. A moment later and he was next to me, sitting next to me.
“You’re welcome.”
And there he was. Beside me. Almost touching me, but not quite. And I could smell his cologne still drifting from the night before. I lifted my hand and rested it on his knee. He was staring at me, deeply, looking into my eyes and I couldn’t look away.
“Alex-“ I started to say, but he pressed a finger to my lips and told me to stop.
“You don’t have to say anything. I like you.”
I smiled. “You do?”
“Isn’t it obvious? You should have known from the moment I first met you how I felt about you. You’re amazing.”
I felt my heart leap from my chest and up into my throat. Was he for real? I had thought, hoped, wanted him to. I had resisted it for so long, but I didn’t want to anymore. And to be fair, now I didn’t have to. So what if I had only just broken up with my boyfriend? Was
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