Fell In Love With My Roomy Chapter 86

"I'll always remember seeing it live. It was my favorite thing we've done here, and Kent arranged it. She organized it for me and was kind all day. He was truthful with me, we became closer, and we spent the entire day together.

Once this weekend was over, it would devastate me.

I was wrapped in a soft hotel towel after showering. I didn't bring any of my clothes in, but Kent is in the other room, responding to emails, and the bedroom door is closed.

I step out of the bathroom, feeling clean, with my wet, wavy hair clinging to my back. On my way to my suitcase, I pause to look at the bag I purchased today. I take out my bra and one pair of underwear. Both were black, and the underwear looked like three shoelaces holding a lacey triangle together. The bra was made of the same see-through black lace.

I think, "Why not try them on? I still have another pair of underwear to wear tomorrow with my dress."

I remove all the tags and put on the thin underwear. I raise my eyebrows, but they don't feel like much. Then I put on the bra. When I'm finished, I look in the mirror and feel my eyebrows rise.

Wow, I didn't often feel pretty or seductive, but this was one of those rare times. I found Kent's large gray plain T-shirt on the floor this morning. I press my lips together and pull it over my head, savoring the way it feels. It's not very loose and just barely covers my hips, but it smells heavenly.

I slowly move to one of the doors, open it, and slip out of the bedroom. "Free shower." I give a shrug and walk over to the stack of snacks and food we have. I look at it thoughtfully, trying to decide what I feel like doing. When I grab a pack of Cheese-Its, I turn back to him and almost jump a foot when I realize he's looking at me.

It was a look that sent shivers down my spine and made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. His eyes were dark, and his expression was clear. When I watch him lick his lips, my heart skips a beat.

"What?" I ask softly as I feel the cracker bag slip out of my hand and land on the floor.

"Is that my tank top?" He asks quietly, and I can feel my cheeks getting hot.

"Sorry, it was on the floor, so I just thought, 'I'll go pick it up.'" I mutter and shake my head. Now that I think about it, I feel embarrassed. I guess we weren't even on that level. I have no idea what made me put it on in the first place.

When I walk by him, he grabs my wrist and stops me from going any further. I get a tight feeling in my throat, and his eyes meet mine.

"Don't," he says with a hoarse voice, and I cough. "I like you in that, it fits you so well." When he responds, he pulls me down with him onto the couch. When I fall into his lap, I can't breathe, and he puts his computer on the floor.

"I didn't think it would be as loose as it is," I say it quietly, and he puts his hand on my thigh and rubs his thumb back and forth over my skin. "Thanks so much for everything you did today, it was so great. I don't know how you managed to get us tickets to Wicked, but it was amazing."

"It's no big deal," I roll my eyes when he shrugs.

"Yes, it is. It must have been tough to fit everything we've done into our schedules. I'm really thankful," I tell him, and he stays silent. Kent looked worried, both about me and about the fact that we'd have to be friends again after this trip. But there was something else. People praising him wasn't something he was used to.

"I wanted you to have the best visit possible, even though I kinda pushed you to come here because I can't just do what's best for me. I wanted you to see everything that interested you," he says softly, and I grin.

"You know, you once told me that you didn't think you could make me happy. I put my hand over his and whisper, 'You already have,' I want you to know that." When I tell him that, his face lights up as if he can't believe it. "Things are probably going to get tougher in the next few weeks, which makes me sad, but I'll always have these memories. This trip has been on my list of things to do for a long time, so I have to go with you." I mutter to him as I run my hand up his arm. "And I want you to know that taking this trip with you isn't me giving up or making a deal. Having you here has made it so much better and more special for me. Right now, I'm happy, and you're the reason why."

I held my breath because I knew that by saying that, I was making things worse, but it was true. I wanted him to know and be happy about that. I know that when we're together, he cares a lot about being seen and heard.

"Juls," I nod when he whispers. "You don't know how much I care about you. You have no idea," he grunts and shakes his head. He was having trouble getting enough air. "I'm not very good at showing you, but I do. I want you to know that I care about what happens in the next few minutes. That I really care about you and that what you just said means a lot to me. I want to record it on a tape so I can listen to it again and again."

"I could pull that off," I give him a shrug, and he laughs and raises his eyebrows. "Do you have your phone?" After a few seconds of digging around on the couch, he pulls it out and passes it over.

I open the camera, switch it to "selfie" mode, and start a video. "Test, test, test..." I murmur and grin. "Dear Future Kent, it's been over a month since we went to New York." Knowing that the hotel room is in the background makes me smile. Even though my hair is wet and I don't look very nice, this was really funny.

"I'm glad we ended up here, I'm glad you're with me right now, and I'm so glad I got to see the city with you." When I look up at him, he smiles. "I'm really happy right now because you kinda told me you liked me this morning and then took me to see my favorite musical, which I know isn't your thing. I give him a shrug, and he laughs to himself. "This video is for you when things are hard, because I want you to remember how this feels. And I want you to know that I've never felt this happy before."

Then I feel him pull me toward him by grabbing my hips.