“Or we can both just stay in our pajamas.”
I set the burger down. “Can I borrow a T-shirt?”
All my shirts are short, so I figure if I use one of his, more of me will be covered.
He opens his suitcase, then tosses me a shirt.
“Thanks.” In the bathroom, I shed the pajamas that would have given me a heat stroke in the middle of the night and pull on his T-shirt. It falls to mid-thigh. Married or not, I feel more comfortable with certain parts covered.
Then I walk back out. “Better?”
He blinks and eats the last bite of his burger. But his gaze never leaves my face.
“This is what I normally sleep in. Not one ofyourshirts, obviously. But that’s a minor detail.” I unwrap my burger. “What do you sleep in when I’m not around?”
He wads up the wrapper and drops it into the tiny trash can by the table. Then without answering, he undoes one button of his flannel pajamas. Then the next. Watching me, he continues down the shirt, unhurriedly releasing one button at a time.
My burger is getting cold, but I can’t force myself to look away. It makes sense that a handsome guy like Parker would have a good-looking chest, and he does. I’ve seen it before, but I clearly wasn’t paying attention then.
Once his shirt is all the way off, he spreads his arms wide. “Happy now?”
“Yes.”
He picks up his cup and takes a sip. “I’ll take off the pants when I’m ready to climb into bed because I usually sleep in my boxer briefs. That work for you?”
Nodding, I bite into my burger.
Not sure what is more of a treat, this pickle-laden cheeseburger or seeing Parker’s chest. I wonder if he brought dessert.
Chapter 16
Parker
Arms crossed, I sit while Bluebonnet eats her cheeseburger. I gave up not looking at her legs about five minutes ago because we’re married. And the view is nice.
“Are you staring at me or are you deep in thought?” She walks over to her suitcase and leans over.
“Yes.” I’m not sure how long it will be before being only half dressed and in close proximity won’t feel awkward. “I brought you a 3 Musketeers. They were out of Butterfingers. It’s next to my suitcase.”
She snaps up the candy, then grins at me. “You’re the best.”
I shrug because it’s easier than explaining that I’ll do whatever necessary to make sure she’s happy.
After biting into the candy bar, she moans, and I spring out of my chair and head into the bathroom. Hopefully, I won’t be able to hear her while I brush my teeth.
When I walk out of the bathroom, she points to the bed. “Go ahead and crawl in. You can pick whatever side you want. I’m going to finish this so I don’t get candy crumbs in the bed.”
“You don’t have a side preference?”
“Nope.” Her gaze drops to my pants. “I’ll start turning off lights.”
I sit on the edge of the bed closest to where I was standing. I’ve never had a roommate. My bed has always been just mine, so I’ve never cared about a side. But suddenly, I’m afraid of choosing wrong.
“If you decide you don’t like that side, let me know.”
Bluebonnet has slipped into how she used to be before, as if all her nervousness about the situation dissipated when she said, “I do.”
I, on the other hand, am more nervous now than all the days leading up to the wedding. Marrying her was the easy part. How am I going to live with her and not tell her how crazy I am about her? Willpower. Because telling her would pressure her into acting like she has feelings for me, and I don’t want that.
