Page 56 of Bleeding Hearts

So, a relaxing weekend of doing nothing and spending the rest of the time with Demi sounds pretty good to me.

Demi: all doneeeee!!

Demi: meet me in the lobby and feed me?

Asher: On my way, lovebug.

Demi: if it includes bugs, it’s a NO

Demi and I opt to eat dinner in one of the hotel restaurants, heading there right after I meet her in the lobby, but it seems everyone else has the same idea.

By the time we get there, the line for the hostess stand is out the door and we overhear someone say the wait for a table is over an hour.

We leave quickly after that, walking across the street to a small burger place where we proceed to eat like we haven’t in months.

Demi orders loaded tater tots and an onion ring tower as appetizers for us to split, then we each get a cheeseburger with crinkle-cut fries, the best type of fries.

I’m about to pay the check when Demi realizes they have dessert, so she adds a triple chocolate cake milkshake to go.

“I like it here.” She looks around as we walk back across the street to the hotel. “It’s nice. Reminds me of Seattle a little, but it’s also different.”

“Yeah, it’s a pretty cool place, I guess.” I shrug. “How’s your milkshake?” I ask, changing the subject.

“So good, but I think I’m gonna need you to finish the rest.” She hands the cup to me. “I think if I drink any more, my stomach may just explode, but you know I hate wasting food.”

“I’m full too, you know? Why don’t you just put it in the hotel fridge for tomorrow?” I ask, even though, knowing Demi and her quirks, I know I’ll most likely end up drinking it.

“It won’t be the same.” She sighs, looking at the cup in my hand and back up to me.

“Fine. I’ll finish your milkshake.” I roll my eyes at her.

“Yay.” She squeals as I take a sip. Luckily, it’s pretty fucking good, so I don’t have too hard of a time finishing it at all.

I follow Demi back into the hotel, up the elevators and back to our room, throwing the now-empty milkshake into a trash can along the way.

I flop down onto the bed and watch as Demi walks over to her suitcase. She unzips the massive bag, and it practically explodes open onto the floor.

“Do you mind if I shower first?” she asks as she roots through her bag for what she needs.

“Of course not. Go ahead.” I reach over to the nightstand, grabbing the remote to turn on the TV.

She continues searching through her bag until she pulls out a large Ziploc bag that looks like it’s full of shower supplies. She heads into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I flip through the channels, looking for something to watch as I hear the water turn on.

I land on a channel playing some action movie I don’t recognize and will myself to focus on it. To focus on anything besides the fact that there is a wet, naked Demi, only a wooden door away from me.

I’ve hung out at Demi’s apartment while she’s showered before, she’s even showered at mine if she’s in a rush, but this is different.

This is her showering less than twenty feet away from me. After I’ve finally started to admit to myself how much I want her, while we’re staying in a hotel room together.

A hotel room with only one bed.

Not to mention, it’s been a long time since I was with anyone, and my body reminds me of that every time I’m near Demi.

The image of her standing under the spray of water, running her hands over her body to wash herself clean, plays in my head.

I turn the volume up on the TV, trying to force my attention anywhere else except her and after about ten minutes, it finally starts to work.

That is until Demi walks out of the bathroom and in front of the TV in only a towel that barely hits her midthigh.

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