“I’m sure she will, Ben.”
“Good to know, little Ross. Sleep well.”
I sure won’t, I think to myself.
I wake up to the sound of a sink running and a stiff as fuck back.
Sitting up, I look down and think, Shit.
“Kendall?”
“Yeah?” she says then spits what I assume is toothpaste into the sink.
“I have massive morning wood and need to piss, so either look away or feel free to check it out in advance, but I’m coming in that bathroom with tented pink sweats.”
She doesn’t even look away when I stand at the toilet and begin to piss.
“You good with this?” I laugh.
“I have two brothers, Ben. This doesn’t even faze me.”
After I piss and flush the toilet, I turn around and watch her rub some lotion on her face. Dirty thoughts about facials filter through my brain as I try my best to keep them pure.
I step closer, reach my arms around her, and wash my hands, smiling at her as I do so. She shakes her head and smiles back.
“We look good together, Ross,” I say as I turn off the sink. “Best-looking couple I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re insa—”
She stops talking when I rest my hand on her hips and kiss the top of her head. “And you smell so much better than you did last time you and I were in here.”
She elbows me as she laughs.
“What do you say?”
“We do look good.” She shrugs. “But I have just about as much interest in dating a budding rock star as I do dating a professional athlete or any of my sisters exes.”
I step back, hands over my heart, hiss, and then whisper, “Ouch.”
She turns and looks at me. “Last night was a fog, but I’m pretty sure I told you I’m not looking for anything, and I also told you—”
“Don’t you miss being held, Kendall?” I reach out and grip her hips, pulling her toward me. “Kissed?” As I lean in, she scrunches her eyes closed. Then I brush my lips across hers. When I step back, she looks confused. “You don’t get a real one until you give in to exploring this.” I motion between us. “And I won’t even try to get into your panties until I know damn well I’m enough for a girl like you.”
She looks down, nibbling on her lower lip.
“I’m going to get changed. I have some shit to do. When do you finish up with your tour group today?”
“Um, like nine?” She peeks up at me.
“You like Sinead O’Conner?”
“Um, yeah!” She grins.
“Good. I’ll come by at 9:15 to grab you.”
She doesn’t say anything.
“Kendall, it’s a date.”