Me
Thanks again for watching Lennie.
Josie
Anytime, seriously.
I step out of the bathroom and into the chilly room, noting that Fallon is already in bed, the covers pulled up and over her shoulders. She’s lying on her side, and is scrolling on her phone.
“Should I get the lights?” I ask, and she nods, so I flick off the main light, leaving the room only glowing by the small lamp at Fallon’s head.
“I still think this is stupid,” she mumbles. “There’s no reason we can’t share the bed.”
“Fallon, really, it’s fine. I promise.” I sink down onto the unforgiving spring couch, and pull the blanket up over my shoulder. I shimmy a bit as I try to get comfortable, and grimace as my back cracks, and the springs jolt.
“You’re sure?” she asks, clearly seeing the look on my face.
“Positive.”
She shakes her head, and flicks the light off, bathing the room in darkness.
16
FALLON
What a stubborn man. He could barely walk this morning when he rolled off the couch, and I could hear him moving and grunting all night, and yet, he still refused to share the damn bed.
It’s so frustrating.
I’m finishing curling the last piece of my hair before we head down for breakfast and the first few hours of the day. Jason is already dressed and ready to go, but he opted to wait for me, instead of heading down by himself. I’m not exactly sure why. It’s not like he ever wants to spend time with me, but I guess I don’t mind. All of our conversations have been clipped and short while here, but I guess that’s Jason’s new normal. He doesn’t share as willingly as he used to.
I give myself a final once-over in the mirror, and head out of the bathroom. Today, I’m dressed in one of my favorite black pleated skirts that is about mid-calf length with a bow around my waist. For a top, I’m wearing a baby blue blouse and another blazer over it. My hair is curled loosely around my face, and I went with a light makeuplook. I’m definitely wearing flats again today. It’s not worth it wearing heels if it’s not a work event.
When I exit the bathroom, I spot Jason with his arms up above his head as he attempts to stretch out his body. His arm muscles are taut as he tries to massage and stretch out the tightness there. I skate my eyes up and down his body as he’s distracted, taking in the softness of his stomach, and chest. He’s not the same muscular man I knew in college, but honestly, I like the softness of him now.
I quirk my brow at him, narrowing my eyes. He does the same, like he’s daring me to say something. I decide to poke the bear. “All I’m going to say is you can’t complain. I gave you options so you didn’t have to sleep on the couch. Now, you’re a grumpy bear.”
“I’m not a grumpy bear,” he grumbles under his breath.
“Sure,” I say with a small laugh. “Are you ready to go?”
He nods, doing one final stretch over his head, and grabbing his wallet and phone from the side table.
We head down to where breakfast is being served and find a table. We go our separate ways to get food, and end up back at the table eating a few minutes later. I check my phone while we eat, sending a message off to my mom to check in on Presley. She replies, letting me know everything is going fine as per usual. I send off a text to Megan, updating her on the circumstances of the weekend.
Me
So. Jason and I are sharing a room.
Megan
What?? Why? Isaac said he left two rooms for you guys.
Me
Long story, there was a mix up with the hotel.
Megan
