I nod. “Yeah, a five-year-old is a lot different than a baby.”
Andrew waves us both off. “Nah, we’re ready. Lennie is a piece of cake, and I think a baby will be too.”
Oh wow, he’s in for a wake up call.
Josie rolls her eyes at her husband. “Have fun. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Thanks.” We say goodbye, and disconnect the call, leaving Fallon and I alone. She’s organizing a few things in her bag, and I toss my phone down on the couch. “I’m going to use the bathroom.”
She nods, giving me a smile of acknowledgement. I head into the bathroom, letting the door close behind me as I try to prepare myself for another night of discomfort and pain on the couch.
19
FALLON
The bathroom door closes with a softclick, and I immediately jump into action. I got the idea for my brilliant plan when we were walking up to the hotel room, and now it’s time to put it into action. I knew I needed to get into the bathroom first, that way, when Jason was using the bathroom, I could stand my ground.
I grab my pillow from the bed, and throw it onto the couch. I move his phone and charger over to the bed on the opposite side of where I was sleeping. If my plan fails, I’ll be spending the night on the couch. Which will be fine, but not ideal for either of us.
Pulling back the sheets on Jason’s makeshift bed, I lay down, adjusting the pillow behind my head, and scroll on my phone. I have to hold my ground. I can do this.
A few minutes later, Jason steps out of the bathroom, running a towel over his damp hair. He’s shirtless, wearing only his pajama pants. The hem of his boxers is visible as his pants ride low, and I have to swallow down the extra saliva pooling in my mouth.You can’t drool over the man, Fallon.
I need to shut down this attraction to him, for my own sake. I really don’t think it’s reciprocated, and I don’t want to deal with that rejection.
Jason doesn’t see me at first, but glances over at the bed, and sees it empty. His brows furrow, and then he looks over to the couch where I’m laying.
“What are you doing?” he questions, his voice gruff.
“Going to bed,” I say with a shrug. “I figured it was only fair that I sleep on the couch tonight, since you did last night.”
He shakes his head in what appears to be irritation. “No. Get up.”
“No.”Hold your ground, Fallon.
Jason tilts his head back, staring at the ceiling in exasperation. “Fallon, seriously. Get up.”
“No,” I simply reply.
He takes a deep breath, muttering something under his breath that sounds like, “worse than a toddler.”
I hold in my giggle at his frustration, because this isn’t going to work if I laugh. The ideal plan would be for both of us to end up in the bed, but if I have to sleep here, then so be it.
“Fallon.” He gives me his best stern look, one I’m assuming works easily on Lennie.
“Jason.”
“Come on. You’re going to get hurt sleeping on the couch.”
“Worse than you got hurt?” I refute. “You only started walking normally an hour ago.”
He groans. “How can I get you to sleep in the bed?”
I hold in my smile. I’ve got him now. “I’ll sleep in the bed if you do. It’s stupid that you’re insisting on sleeping on this couch when there is a perfectly good bed right there.We’re adults. We can share a king size bed, no problem. We can even put up the extra pillows between us to make a barrier, if you’re that worried about it.”
There’s a long pause, and I stare at him the entire time. I can see the moment his resolve fully cracks.
“Fine,” he mutters.
