Page 64 of Just Breathe

I dragged myself out of his grasp, making a trip to the bathroom. I tried to be as quiet as I could, making my way to the living room admiring this handsome shirtless man in my bed. I closed the door, turning on the tv and letting the news run in the background while I looked for a menu for breakfast. I checked my phone. It was eight fifteen in the morning and I had a text from Aiden.

Hope the first night was great and drama free. Good luck tonight and I expect to see a picture of you, so make sure Callum takes a good one.

I got butterflies in my stomach, loving that he checked in on us and made me miss him. I still wasn’t used to feeling this way with all of them and so soon, too.

Our first night was drama free. We had massages, take out, and we watched a movie. I’ll make sure you get a great picture ;)

Maybe the winky face was too much? Before I over thought my response, I picked up the room service menu and called in breakfast. I stared at my phone for a second, willing the text to not go through, but I knew that was hopeless. I sat down on the sofa surfing through channels mindlessly trying not to freak out over that stupid text.

The door to the roomed open, and I felt relieved when I wasn’t alone with my thoughts. Callum walked into the living room and walked over to me.

“Good morning.” He kissed my cheek and walked over to the counter to look at his phone. I saw him smile at the screen and shake his head. “Should we order breakfast?” he asked as he sat on the sofa typing on his screen.

“I already ordered.” I leaned back, trying to get comfortable.

“Seriously? Thanks.” He looked at me a little funny and went back to his phone. “Damn, I haven’t woken up this late in a long time.” He leaned back, stretching out.

I looked at him in shock. “What do you mean it’s eight thirty in the morning?”

He looked at me seriously. “I usually can’t sleep later than six thirty or seven. We also crashed at ten last night, so I’m surprised.”

“What?” I laughed. “You mean to tell me even on weekends you can’t sleep later that seven?”

“Uh yeah.” He looked confused.

“You poor thing, that sounds horrendous.” I patted his leg. “I’ll make sure for the next three days you sleep late and enjoy it. Sleeping late is a beautiful thing. It’s probably the reason you’re so grumpy in the morning.”

“You’re one to talk, even though it sounds like you sleep in.” He grinned at me.

“I’m in a bad mood because there’s nothing better than lying in bed and relaxing.” I raised my eyebrow at him.

“I can think of a few things better than staying in bed and relaxing, but you seem to be in a pretty good mood right now and we aren’t even in bed.” He was still grinning at me.

“Well, a massage and a good night’s sleep can do that for a girl.” With that comment, I tried to keep my blush to a minimum. I don’t think I’ve ever blushed as much as I have with these boys, or should I say men, because there was nothing boyish about them. I don’t even remember Henry making me blush this often.

He studied me for a moment. “Is that all you need to have you in a good mood?” His voice got a little deeper, making my mind go straight to the gutter. His brazen behavior surprised me. I don’t think he’s ever been so forward with me. We stared at each other for a moment, feeling electricity between us before a knock on the door broke our spell again.

Callum got up to open the door while a staff brought in a cart with all the food I ordered. “Do you need anything else Mr. and Mrs. Ra…”

“That’s all thanks.” Callum gave him some money and ushered him out. He basically helped me dodge a bullet of hearing Mr. and Mrs. Ramos, but even though he didn’t say it, I knew what he was going to say.

“Come on, let’s eat and then get ready because I seriously can’t wait to meet your brother.” He brought the cart to us, and we ate breakfast on the sofa watching the Princess Bride. While he asked a million questions because he hadn’t seen it before.

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