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While Mila’s in the bathroom, I quickly change out of my clothes and into some basketball shorts and a T-shirt. I normally sleep without a shirt on, but I don’t think Mila will appreciate coming out of the bathroom to find me half-naked.
I sit on the bed, feeling sort of nervous now that the reality of the situation has started to set in. Me and Mila, sharing a hotel room. It’s too bad there weren’t two beds. I could use a good night’s sleep.
I make a call to the front desk to see if they have a rollaway bed, but they’re all being used. So, I guess it’s the floor for me. I grab some pillows and drop them on the floor and then stare at the bed made up with just a thin white comforter and a sheet and wonder if there’s an extra blanket somewhere that I can use for the floor. Maybe I could call the front desk again and have one sent up.
“Hey,” Mila says as she comes back into the room.
I do a double take when I see her. Her hair is still in a bun but appears to have been redone, and her face looks fresh and clean. However, what’s truly left me speechless is seeing her wearing my shirt.Myshirt. It’s oversized on her, draping down to her thighs. It’s astonishing how stunning she looks in a plain old T-shirt. Mila truly is so beautiful.
Not only that, but she’s been great tonight with all that’s been thrown at her. Sometimes when you travel with someone, you get to see a new side to them. And I have with Mila. But it’s only made her more attractive in my eyes.
“Bathroom’s all yours,” she says, a soft smile on her face. It’s then that I realize I’ve been staring.
“Thanks,” I say, looking away.
I’m fast in the bathroom, quickly brushing my teeth and splashing some water on my face. I give myself a quiet little pep talk in the mirror.It’s just one night; you can do this.
When I come out, she’s standing by the sliding glass door with her back to me, looking out at the night view, which doesn’t look like much from here.
She turns toward me, walks over to the bed, and then to where I’d thrown the pillows.
“What’s this?” she asks, pointing at the beginnings of my makeshift bed.
“I’m sleeping on the floor,” I tell her.
She cocks her head to the side, the bun on top of her head wobbling as she does. “Don’t be ridiculous, Grayson,” she says, picking the pillows up and putting them back on the bed. “We can both sleep in the bed. It’s big enough. And look—” She takes one of the pillows and places it longways in the middle of the bed. “This will be our barrier.”
“It’s fine,” I tell her. “I can sleep on the floor.”
She’s not hearing it, though. She walks around the room turning off the lamps until the only light in the room is coming from the hotel exterior lighting and the moon outside our window.
“Get in the bed, Grayson,” she says as she returns, pulling the comforter and sheets back, and sliding in under them. “I promise I’ll stay on my side.” She snuggles under the covers, pulling them up to her chin.
“Mila, I can—”
“Grayson, just get in,” she says.
I weigh my options. The bed really is large, and Mila is barely taking up any space on her side, and the floor is going to be extremely uncomfortable with the low-pile carpeting.
“Grayson,” she chides.
Finally, I pull back the covers and get in, then raise them up to my chest as I lie on my back.
It’s silent and I think she’s already dozed off, but then I hear her make a sort of laughing snort sound.
“What?” I ask.
“I just can’t believe I’m in Hawaii with no suitcase, sharing a bed with my boss.”
I snicker. “Not exactly how I saw today going.”
“Me neither,” she says, shifting onto her side so she’s facing me. “It’ll be okay, right?” Her voice sounds quiet and small.
“It will,” I say. I don’t know if she’s talking about her suitcase, or the app, or even just being in this bed together. But whatever it is, I swear I’ll move heaven and earth to make sure it all works out. I’d do anything for this woman, if she’d just ask.
She reaches over and pats me twice on the arm. “Good night, Grayson,” she says and then rolls onto her other side, her back toward me.
“Good night,” I say, my eyes on the ceiling.
