"Is he?"
"No, he's in the shower because he’s insisting we share a room because it's too dangerous for me to have my own room."
"What?!" she screeches.
"Yeah, apparently Mandy is a true crime junkie and freaked my brother out, so my brother insisted."
"Figures. He's always been super overprotective," she says.
Kinsley and I met our freshman year of college, and even then, my brother was still protective. She found it funny, but I was annoyed. Until now, he had mellowed out, but I won't put up with him starting up again.
"Yeah, this is only day one."
"Well, how was the rest of the day?"
"It was actually pretty pleasant. You were right. It was nice to have someone else drive while I just enjoyed it."
"See, I don't think this trip will be that bad. Now let me tell you what happened at my sister's work today."
She goes on talking about her twin sister's boss when the shower turns off. A moment later, the bathroom door opens, and out walks Weston in nothing but a towel.
What the hell?
He was always in shape in school from playing sports, but I didn't need to know he's kept in even better shape. Holy hell, those are some abs. I watch a drop of water slide over his hard nipple and ripple over each ab until it moves through his happy trail and is soaked up by the towel.
"Rory, are you still there?"
"I'm going to have to call you back," I say and hang up without waiting for a response.
"Why didn't you get dressed in there?"
"I forgot my boxers. I'm not used to sharing my space either," he shrugs.
Great, this isn't going to be as easy as I had hoped to hide my feelings. When he goes back into the bathroom, I get my stuff ready to take a shower.
"Your turn," he smiles when he walks out again. I don't say a word as I grab my stuff and head into the bathroom.
The hot water from the shower feels good. I didn't realize how tense I was from having my high school crush sitting next to me all day, not to mention him walking out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel.
Who does that?
Oh well, I’ll get dressed, go right to my bed, and get under my covers. Maybe we can watch some TV and that will be the end of this. Once he sees how inappropriate my sleep clothes are, next time he’ll want his own room.
As I put on my sleep clothes, I figure I might need to stop and get something more, well more, to sleep in. My tank top, with no bra and tiny cotton shorts, really is not appropriate around Weston.
When I packed, I wasn't planning on his tagging along, and even once I knew he was, I thought we'd have separate rooms at least. It never crossed my mind to pack something more modest. I like to be comfortable.
There is nothing I can do about that now, so taking a deep breath, I step out of the bathroom.
Weston is sitting on his bed shirtless in a pair of black basketball shorts, with his back against the headboard.
When he looks up from his phone, he groans.
"I see your point. But still no separate rooms," he says.
Shrugging, I smile sweetly, "I'm surprised your girlfriend is okay with you sharing a room with another girl." Then I put my dirty clothes away and get into bed.
"No girlfriend, and I know you don't have a boyfriend, so don't even try to play that card."