with the elegance of a drunken turtle on a tightrope. One of them almost hit the coffee table where a glass full of water was sitting on a coaster, and she stilled, then slowly turned to look at me.
“Oopsie.”
“Indeed,” I muttered. “Are you getting changed first, or am I?”
“I can change in the bathroom.” She waved her hand in my direction and used the back of the sofa to stop herself from stumbling too much.
“Why don’t I get changed in the bathroom and you stick to the bedroom? Less things for you to bump into in there.”
“Excellent idea!” She hiccupped and clapped her hand over her mouth. “I swear, I didn’t even drink that much.”
The best part about that was that it wasn’t a drunk person insisting they hadn’t drunk that much when they were three glasses of wine and four cocktails in.
She’d had three drinks, and one of those had been with dinner.
Holley was a lightweight.
And I was having the best time laughing at her.
“Okay, I have my clothes, so hurry up, because I don’t want you to see me naked.”
“I wouldn’t mind seeing you naked,” I teased, joining her in the bedroom and pulling some sweats out of my suitcase.
She groaned. “Gray sweats? Do you have to?”
“What’s wrong with gray sweats?” I asked, knowing full well exactly what she was about to say.
“They show peen lines.”
That was not what I was expecting her to say.
“I’m sorry?”
She reached over to my side of the bed and grabbed my half-empty bottle of water from this morning. After she’d glugged it down, she sat back up and said, “Peen lines. Gray sweatpants show peen lines. Like when women wear big panties and leggings and you see the panty lines on her butt.” She rolled to the side and drew a diagonal line across her butt cheek to emphasize what she meant.
I blinked at her. “They’re not leggings.”
“No, and thank God for that. Women everywhere would explode en masse if they were.” She stared at me for a moment. “Are you going to get changed?”
“Are you going to jump me in my sleep?”
“Only to murder you, not grope you, dear.” She gave me a wan smile, but there was a twinkle in her eyes that showed she was hiding a laugh. “Go.”
I did as I was told and retreated into the bathroom, pausing only to grab a clean pair of boxers and a t-shirt from my case. I tossed them over the side of the bath and undid my tie. It was so freeing to undo the top button of my shirt, and I rolled my neck from side to side.
What a long ass day it’d been.
I wanted nothing more than to climb into that bed and crash, but I had a feeling Holley was going to be awake for a while.
She hadn’t had a ton of alcohol, but she’d had a coffee not long ago.
I was beginning to wonder if that had been some kind of mistake.
“Sebastian! I need to pee!”
And I was done wondering.
“Hang on!” I shouted back through the door. I quickly changed into my clean clothes even though I’d intended to shower. She’d actually acted like she’d enjoyed being around me for the past hour, and even if he was a little drunk…
I was going to take it.
“All yours.” I stepped out so she could get in. She was already changed, wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants with a hole on the right knee and a faded bookworm tank top that I vaguely recognized from the window of the bookstore.
With a mumbled thank you, Holley ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. I raised my eyebrows when, a moment later, there was a big sigh of relief from other side of the door.
Yeah.
This was wild.
I tossed my dirty clothes over onto the floor in the corner and went through to the mini bar in the living room. It’d been restocked at some point, so I grabbed two big bottles of water and some of the leftover snacks from the previous night to take through to the bedroom.
Holley was still in the bathroom, so I grabbed the remote control and jumped onto the bed. I turned on the TV and settled back against the headboard, glancing toward the bathroom door. A tap was running inside, and the white noise was broken by the loud flush of the toilet.
Why the fuck was I listening to this?
I shook my head and flicked through the TV guide to