Page 25 of Where We Fall

"Okay." She looks at me as she agrees. "But you have to put a shirt on. It's distracting."

I smile. "Deal."

"First let me go change. It's not fair that you're the only one in pajamas."

While she goes to change, I slip on a gray t-shirt. I sit down on the bed, realizing there's only one bed in here. Whatever, it's a king-sized bed, and it's not like we're sleeping in it together.

After all, this isn't a romance novel.

She comes in wearing black pajama pants with a DePaul University gray t-shirt. I'm guessing that's where she went to college. Her hair is up and she's wearing her glasses. She looks kind of adorable.

I don't understand. This is back to the Lexi from last week. Hair up, baggy clothes, and glasses with no makeup—and yet, I find her to be breathtaking. It's like since I've seen her beauty, I can't unsee it.

She looks a bit nervous.

I smile. "Shirt is on. Are you happy now?" I wink.

That seems to loosen her up. She smiles as she walks towards the bed.

"Thank you. I like your pajama pants, by the way," she says with a light chuckle.

"What's so funny about my pants?"

"I don't know. I guess I just didn't peg you as a flannel pajama kinda guy."

"I'll have you know, there's never a reason to discontinue wearing flannel pajamas."

"Even becoming a millionaire?" she raises an eyebrow.

I chuckle. "Especially after becoming a millionaire."

I grab the phone from the nightstand.

"Do you know what you want yet?" I ask.

"Yes, the burger with a strawberry milkshake."

"Got it." I pick up the phone and put in her order as well as a cheesecake for myself.

While we wait for our food, I click through the options on the television. We settle for a new comedy release, something to keep the mood light.

We begin the movie and wait for our room service. I pause the movie when I hear a knock at the door. Once we're all set up on the bed with our food, I hit play again. There's a comfortable silence between the two of us.

We make comments here and there while watching, laughing, and interacting like this entire evening is normal between the two of us.

"This burger is so good," she says as she sits cross-legged on my bed. "Don't judge me, but I'm going to dunk my fries in the shake."

In all the times that I've spent in bed with a beautiful woman, and there have been many, it was never watching a movie while she ate however she pleased in front of me.

"I couldn't possibly judge that. I've dipped many Wendy's fries into my Frosty before."

She laughs uninhibitedly then grabs a fry and dunks it.

I've already finished my cheesecake, but she's making those fries look too damn good not to steal some. I reach over her shoulder, grab a few, and dip them before shoving them into my mouth.

She turns around, wide-eyed, then nudges me with her hand.

"Excuse you! I never said I was willing to share."

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