Page 25 of Totally Geeked

We get to the room, and it’s amazing. The door opens up to a large living space with a curved white leather couch and armchairs set around a glass coffee table in the middle. There’s a small kitchen area with a coffee machine and glass water bottles all lined up perfectly beside it.

“This is nice,” Harrison says, popping his bag beside the couch and heading for the large windows opposite us. It’s too dark to see the river now, but in the morning, the view will be amazing. “I meant what I said, you can have the bedroom,” he says, nodding to his left, and I roll my bag through to the room where an enormous bed with far too many pillows awaits. There is a bathroom to the left of it and more large doors on the right with a view of the river.

Other than Gordon’s house, I’ve never stayed in a place this nice. It must have cost a lot. I’ll go down before him in the morning and take care of the charge.

“You still hungry?” Harrison calls, and I leave my bag at the end of the bed and head back out to the living room.

“Starving. Do they have anything good?” I ask, sitting next to him on the couch and leaning over slightly to see the room service menu in his hands. He leans in, too, and his leg rests against mine, sending heat flooding through the fabric of my pants. I swallow the lump that has risen in my throat and try to focus on the menu.

He turns page after page, and all the while my attention slips to how good it feels to be this close to him. Touching him. Maybe if I use more of his flirting tips on him, he’ll start to see me as more than Gordon’s little brother.

I wait until he turns the next page, then put my hand over his on the paper and lean in.

“Oh, that looks delicious,” I say, slowly sliding my hand over his. He doesn’t flinch or move away.

“Ah…the, umm, which one?” he asks slowly, and I take my hand off his and turn my head to make complete eye contact. I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose a little, then move my fingers to brush back the hair by my ear and smile.

“The chocolate dip for two. Would you share it with me?”

His cheeks blush, and I hold his gaze, trying not to show how absolutely terrifying this is. He’s so close. He smells so good, and I’m sure my heart is beating so loud he must be able to hear it.

“Umm, sure, did you want to get anything more…filling, too?”

I bite my bottom lip, thinking of exactly what I would prefer to have in my mouth right now. My face burns, and I look back at the menu and take a few steadying breaths to try to regain my composure. He still hasn’t moved, not even a muscle. It’s likehe’s frozen beside me, that could be either really bad or really fucking good.

“I’ll have the gnocchi, you?”

“Umm, maybe the burger.”

“Awesome, how about you order, and I’ll check out this mini bar for something to drink?”

“Sure, okay.”

I push up from the couch, regretting breaking contact the second the warmth of him is gone. I’ll just have to find another reason to sit that close to him after.

He orders quickly and I pull out the tiny bottles of gin and grab two glasses, dumping a mini bottle into each.

“How are you feeling about tomorrow?” he asks, and my stomach flips for a whole other reason. It was nice thinking about Harrison and not what I have to do tomorrow. Sure the events are getting easier and having him there is a big reason for that, I know it. But I don’t know if I will ever be okay with speaking in front of people, reading in front of them.

I down one of the glasses of gin and turn to face him.

“A little better after that, but still freaking out.”

He laughs. “You will do great, just like the last time. All you need is a good night's sleep, but there’s something you need to know…umm, it might kind of affect that.”

I’m not guessing he’s about to tell me he plans to spend hours in bed with me despite wishing those are the next words out of his mouth.

“I’m sure whatever it is I’ll be fine.”

“You say that now, but…”

“What is it?”

“I’ve been told I’m a bit of a snorer.”

I laugh. “Is that it?”

“I don’t think you get how bad I am. The guys on tour said it was like trying to sleep next to a freight train.”

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