Page 36 of Taking Chances

Anne enters the room in pink pajamas, her freckles now free of the makeup, her hair wild and flowy. With her skin still flushed, she looks as beautiful as ever.

Still, she’s fidgety and chewing on her lip as she enters the bed. I weigh what to say, but she breaks the silence first, turning sideways to me.

“You don’t have to worry.” I glance at her, so she quickly continues, “About me thinkingthis”—she gestures to the two of us—“is more than it is.” Her gaze lands to the bed. “I was serious when I said I’m not looking for a relationship right now.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Or ever.

“But I want to thank you for this. The whole night.” Her gaze snaps back to mine. “It was supposed to be a horrible night and you made it tolerable. Enjoyable even.” She chuckles lightly, making my own lips turn up.

“Good. You deserve to enjoy yourself.” She settles for the crumbs of love she’s been given, but she deserves the whole fucking world.

Her head dips but I know she doesn’t fully believe it. She’s been told what to do and how to act her whole life, so finding herself won’t happen overnight. But I have full confidence she can do it.

“Good night, Lennox.” Even my name sounds sweet on her lips.

“Good night, Firecracker.”

We both turn away from one another and with this giant bed, it’s less awkward than I expected.

This is probablythe most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept in.

It’s warm, the sheets silky smooth, and this pillow is the softest thing I ever felt. Unfortunately, I need to take a piss, so I force myself to open my eyes, freezing instantly.

Somehow, Anne and I ended up in a pose that can only be described as two strands of a DNA molecule. Wrapped around each other.

Her leg circles my waist, my hand is under her pajamas on the small of her back, and my head is nestled on her tits.

I stir, trying to unwrap myself before she wakes up, but I guess she’s a light sleeper because her eyes open within a second.

She jumps away from me, narrowly escaping rolling to the floor, shock written in her green eyes.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” Panic laces her voice. “I’m just a cuddler.”

“It’s no big deal. We were sleeping, you had no idea what you were doing.”

While she loves to cuddle, I’m the total opposite. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I did it outside of polite comfort I offer during aftercare.

Still, as she scurries into the bathroom, I notice that the bed isn’t as warm without her leg over me, the sheets aren’t as smooth as her skin, and the pillow is nowhere near as soft as her tits.

“Urgh,” I groan, rubbing my eyes before getting up to call in some room service. She got to the bathroom before me, and my bladder is about to burst.

As soon as she’s out, I rush to the toilet. “If the food arrives, let it in.”

“Wh…” she starts to say, but I already shut the door behind me.

Finally relieving my bladder, I brush my teeth and wash my face.

“Why did you order all this?” Anne asks as I exit, gesturing to the pile of food on the cart.

“I guessed you don’t want to see the other guests at breakfast.” I shrug.

“Thank you.” She smiles. “But why so much of it?” She chuckles.

“I didn’t know what you liked.” I roll the cart close to the bed and start opening the lids. My mouth waters at the sight of eggs, bacon, pancakes, and anything else you can imagine.

“Coffee?” I offer, picking up the thermos.

“Sure.” Anne holds out a cup and I fill it up.

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