Fell In Love With My Roomy Chapter 83

"Housekeeping!"

"Don't worry, I'll handle it," he says, and I nod.

I hear Kent open the door and chat with the lady in the hall for a bit. I slip out of bed, close the doors between the rooms, and pick up the clean clothes I didn't wear earlier.

I lay the clothes on the bed and begin putting on my underwear. While adjusting them for comfort, a smile spreads across my face. It feels like an accomplishment because I got him to talk to me and connect with someone.

As I reach for my bra, the bedroom door swings open. She said she'd be back in an hour. I jump and cross my arms, clutching the bra to my chest.

"Don't you ever knock?" I inquire, and he chuckles.

"Are you serious? After everything?" He looks sad. "Juls, I've seen your body, and I liked it. Relax." He picks up his bag from the floor, and my cheeks turn red. He liked it?

I carefully put on my bra and adjust it. Then I don a pair of dress pants and pair them with a simple black tank top. I slip on a small cardigan next. I originally brought this outfit for my interview, and I do like it.

I head to the bathroom to complete my morning routine. I can't stop smiling, no matter what I do. Once ready, I gather my things for my purse, put on my coat, and slip into my comfy sneakers and sunglasses.

"I forgot to check the time," he laughs as he enters the main room. "Thank goodness for the housekeeper, or you'd have missed the Statue of Liberty."

"I'd have skipped it to be with you," I say with a shrug. "But, well, we have to go now." I sigh, and he laughs and opens the door for me.

He seems less stressed. I can't fathom how he's dealt with everything in the past few months.

I reach out and quietly take his hand, moving closer. He looks surprised but not upset, and he squeezes my hand. He lifts it to his lips and kisses the back of it, then gives me a quick smile. I wish Piper hadn't messed things up; I don't want to wait so long to be like this all the time.

"What kind of dress did you have in mind?" My personal shopper asks, "How old are you?" I blink. After spending the day with Kent, I went to Neiman Marcus to buy a dress for tomorrow's dinner with his parents.

"Um, I haven't really thought about it, but... something dark blue?" She agrees with me.

"I'll try on a few dresses to see what suits you." She's pleased. "You have such beautiful jewel-toned features."

She hurries off, leaving Kent and me alone in the dressing room. I smile at him as I take off my purse and hand it to him.

"Can you hold this?" I suggest, and he sighs. He takes the bag and places it on the nearby chair.

"What else do you need while we're out and about? We've got about an hour before dinner," he tells me.

"I can't think of anything, maybe just looking around?" I shrug and remove my coat, hanging it up. Then I take off my cardigan and hang it up next to it. I examine my arms and body in the mirror. It's a bad habit I can't seem to break.

"You look good, don't do that," Kent comments from a chair outside my open room. I give it a shake and lean against the doorframe. "I'll have to work hard to show you how beautiful you are, won't I?"

"Don't worry so much about what I think of myself," I reply quietly.

"I'm going to do it, and there's nothing you can do about it," he says with his arms crossed. "Come on over." He nods toward the chair, and I smile as I walk over. He pulls me down and sits me on his lap in the armchair.

"Are you happy with the boyfriend chair?" I tease, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Comfortable," he shrugs. "I know you're straightforward, so I'm not too worried about you. Choose anything, and we'll get it."

"What an expensive weekend this is!" I whisper while running my fingers through his hair.

"My parents won't even notice, it doesn't matter to them," he shrugs.

"What did your parents and you do?" I ask softly. "You seem like you get along with them, and I respect that. I just wanted to know."

"When I was a kid, I felt really isolated," he shrugs. "Even though I was never a priority, my parents still wanted to dictate my future and how I lived my life. It made me particularly resentful towards my father. At least my mother was at home sometimes, cared about my friends and my future plans. My father, on the other hand, just wanted someone to go to Dartmouth and take over the family business."

"I'm sorry," I say softly. I feel bad for him, as that must have been really tough.

"It was rough," he agrees. "But... I hardly ever see him because my mom is always home when I visit her. There's a 50/50 chance I'll run into him."

"I could never be with someone who's away all the time. Going away a few times a year would be fine, but not all the time."

"It made me desire what they didn't have," he nods. "Your parents seem happy."

"That's true," I smile when thinking about them on the couch, watching TV. "They're really in love and very happy."

"Your mom is sweet, and I can see where your kindness comes from," he remarks with a smile.

"She cares about you," I joke. "Every time I call, she asks how I am. When I told her I was going on this trip, she was ecstatic."

"Good, because I want her to like me when I finally come back to claim my date with you," he jokes, moving in to kiss my cheek. I just look at him for a moment and reflect on the events of the day. I wouldn't change anything about it. "How are you?"

"Nothing, I just... I didn't know this side of you existed," I say quietly. "I got glimpses of it from time to time, but you're exactly who I thought you were. It just took a while."

"This isn't me, I'm never like this. But... you're special to me, and I don't want you to feel like I'm a million miles away," he sighs, running his hand up and down my arm. "I feel terrible about everything that went wrong between us because I know it was my fault. I wasn't mad at you; I was mad at the situation, and I took it out on you."

It was reassuring to hear him say that because it confirmed my thoughts were accurate.

"When I told you I didn't want to be your friend that night..." He sighs, looking remorseful. "I said that because I didn't just want to be friends with you, Juls. When you started crying, I felt like I was going to die."

"I felt the same way," I reply with a shrug. "But if we dwell on all the foolish things we've done, we'll never move forward. I like you, and you like me. One day, things will be simple, and we'll figure it out." I whisper, shaking my head and smiling, and he does the same.

"You do that so well," he says quietly. "Making things easy to understand."

"It's my job," I shrug, and he comes closer, pressing his lips to mine. When his phone rings, he steps back to answer it, holding up a finger to signal that we'll continue later.

"Okay, Miss Macey," he says. I hear Whitney saying, "I jump off Kent's lap just as she comes around the corner with arms full of dresses." "You should be able to put most of them on by yourself. If you can't, use the button in your fitting room to call me, or I'm sure your boyfriend would be happy to help you." She winks as she hangs the dresses.

Kent is still on the phone, but he's smiling and lost in thought. I wave and then retreat to the room to change, grabbing the first dress. It's a vibrant red and a bit too flashy for my taste, but I'll still give it a try.

I manage to zip up the side on my own and slip into the dress. I step out of the dressing room and see Kent talking on the phone.

"No, that's amazing! She'll love it," he says with excitement. Is he talking about me? "Send it to my email address." He stops speaking when he realizes I'm nearby and could overhear. "I-I need to go," he adds as he turns off his phone. I look in the mirror at my low-cut dress. "You look great," he continues, and I just smile.

"Thank you, but this isn't it," I sigh. "I think it would be better to choose something more conservative." I shrug and cover my cleavage with my hand.

"I like it," he laughs, reclining in his chair.

"Of course you like it, you pervert. But Kent, I can't just select clothes based on which ones flaunt my breasts the most," I roll my eyes, smile, and head back into my room.

"You could!" He calls back as I close the door and unzip the side of the dress.