to play.
"Thank you," she said, finally feeling like she could relax. The wave sounds weren't just calming they also provided background noise so she didn't have to worry about him listening to her breathe.
"Am I weird for being freaked out because you can hear me?" she asked.
She almost jumped when his hand found hers. "I don't think so. Sleeping beside someone, being able to close your eyes and trust them while you sleep is very intimate, some think it's more intimate than sex."
"That's how it feels, like we skipped steps or something."
"I can always go next door Izzy, we don't have to do anything you aren't ready for, including just sleep."
"No, I want this, I do. But I may be weirded out for a bit, so don't think it's you."
"I won't."
They lay there in silence as her mind raced.
"Why don't you think about all the drinks you can make in the morning?" he suggested.
"That's actually a good idea."
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
The guys would have a drip coffee pot for sure, though Cameron did say they had an espresso machine last year when they wanted me to come out and make them coffee in the mornings. I wonder if they have any syrups?
She yawned and didn't even notice it when her breathing began to sync up with the circles Oron was lazily drawing in her hand.
Meryn is definitely an espresso woman. I bet Amelia is just whipped cream she's so friendly. I better not caffeinate Aiden too much; he has to handle a caffeinated Meryn.
I bet...Oron...likes something with fruit...
She was still thinking about different drinks when the day finally caught up with her.
*****
The next morning Oron was still grinning at her.
"Shut up!" she said, throwing her towel at him.
"I didn't say a word," he protested, dodging the towel.
"I can see it on your face. Okay, how bad was I?"
"You told me not to tell."
"Ha! But now I know there's something, so you have to tell me."
She zipped up her sweater and put her damp hair up in a ponytail. "Well?" she demanded when he continued to smile at her.
"You are freaking adorable when you sleep. You murmur and talk and giggle to yourself. I couldn't get enough."
She exhaled. "That's not so bad. What was I saying?"
He became thoughtful. "Something about drawing shots and sugar to vanilla ratios."
"Oh, work stuff. I can live with that."
He held out his elbow. She had no idea what he wanted so she bopped his elbow with her own. Chuckling he reached over and placed her hand on the crook of his arm. "May I escort you downstairs?"