Chapter 36: A Little Too Aware
(TYLER)
Minutes later, we finish eating and place our plates on the cart. Sasha wheels it out into the hallway. His eyes are droopy, probably from the wine. Or maybe he just feels sleepy. I’m not, however. Im wound up.
Ever since I learnt about him requesting dinner planned in our room, I couldn’t stop worrying about what would ensue after dinner. When I stepped out of the bathroom and found him unbuttoning his shirt, a creepy thought came to my mind. That he would try something.
But he didn’t. He hasn’t so far.
"I need to shower." He says, unbuttoning the rest of his buttons.
"Alright." I swallow thickly, careful to not look too closely at his bare torso. He looks great and judging by his defined abs and bulging biceps, I can tell that he’s been working out. It is now that I notice he has tattoos far up his arms, ones that I couldn’t have noticed even when he rolled up his sleeves.
"You can look." He says, and I flush. I must have been too obvious for him to notice me gawking. "You don’t have to be worried."
"I’m not," I say, trying to not sound awkward. I glance at the bed. "So how does this work? There’s only one bed."
"The bed is big enough. We can share it."
"What?" I blurt out, eyeing him suspiciously.
"For fuck’s sake Tyler I’m not trying to fuck you. I’ve been sleeping in the study since my father died and my back is killing me. I’d very much appreciate a real bed right now."