"Fine," he muttered, standing and picking up a small bag from the dresser I hadn't noticed before. He slipped out toward the bathroom.
I sighed in relief that he accepted us sharing a bed, and changed from my clothes to pajamas. I was even more grateful for Jackie reminding me to bring them. Luckily, I brought my least sexy pajamas, saving me any uncomfortable looks.
I pulled my bonnet on and slipped under the covers, sinking gratefully into the soft mattress.
Fai came back into the room, his jeans changed to sweats and fully ready for bed. He glanced back at me over his shoulder. “You cool if I sleep without a shirt, or will it bother you?”
I gulped but shook my head. “Won’t be a bother at all.”
Fai smiled in thanks and turned back toward the dresser. He reached one hand behind him, pulling the shirt off slowly. His back was exposed inch by inch, revealing corded muscles that flexed from the motion. Finally, it was off and I waited impatiently for him to turn around so I could see…
The dick turned the light off!
We were blanketed in darkness, and I could just make out his silhouette, highlighted by the moonlight peeking in from the curtains. He padded over to the bed, sliding in under the blankets next to me. He left a solid two feet between our bodies. We both lay perfectly still.
"So," I said, unable to bear the silence a moment longer, "have you been working out?"
"Sarah." His voice was warm, threaded with barely contained amusement.
“I don’t mean to comment on your body. I’m sorry. I just saw, when you were taking your shirt off, you were stronger than I remember—” I rambled on.
"Sarah." His chest had started to shake.
“And that’s me commenting on your body again, which isn’t okay. You just look good, which is good, because if you didn’t look good… God, I’m saying ‘good’ a lot.”
"Sarah." He was laughing properly now, the bed trembling faintly with it.
“Yeah?” I answered on an exhale.
“Go to sleep, honey.”
